I’m in the mood to write. I’m fixing to begin writing the complete episodes 3 and 4 but that can wait. I have thoughts on becoming an old fuck.

In my head I never really considered what it would be like. I never imagined it would take me a bit to even look my age….hmm. Fuck I don’t even feel my age. I feel the same as I did when I was sixteen. Well maybe a little bit stronger in some respects.

I was a pussy back then and I know for damn sure the dude back then would have pissed his pants at the way I would talk to him.

“Chew on iron and I spit out bullets!”

It was saying I started at the tail end of me finally embracing conflict and rejecting running from my own failures and fears. I fought back by embracing the truth. Life is conflict and the sooner I started ridding with it the better I was able to fight against my own depression and eternal war.

I think that’s when the shine went out of my eyes but it was also the moment life became a wild ride.

Warm Regards

Guardiandogg