Google is good. I know, people are starting to think that Google has become a monopoly of sorts. What to know something? Google it. Where is Iran? Google it. Who is Janine Marzett? Google it. (I did and not very impressed. You know the theory that you should write your own obiturary now and then do it? Well, these days, Google yourself and if nothing impressive comes up, change it. Ok, I'm getting off the subject....)
After Carol came to visit, it really got me to think about my past, those days where I really had the best time of my life. I was 23, a size 14 (to a thick girl, that's smokin' hot!), legs like Tina Turner (no shit, really), my own apt, cash on hand nightly, some sort of love life and not a care in the world. You;d think that I would at age 23 but I really didn't. Insurance and 401k meant shit to me. I had no bills other than rent, car insurance and utilities. I ate and drank and imbibed in the occasional illegal drug all to my hearts content, when I wanted and where I wanted. I surrounded myself with people who showed me what fun a carefree adult could have and I experienced a lot of "firsts" with these people. Each one contributed to my growth as a person and shared with me those days where I truly was happy. Joey, Danny, Carol, Christopher, Steve, Randall, Patrick, BJ, John, Jim R., Jim D. and yes, even Charles.
What does this have to do with Google?? Let me explain.........
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