Damn...another tear leaking out.
You, my friend, are a great person. I'm so glad I've had the opportunity to get to know you, to meet you, and if its cool with you...to call you a good friend.
Karen doesn't get this whole thing. Says I'm spewing shiate with random people. I tried to explain to her once that I felt that sometimes you get to know someone much better like this. I mean hell...I worked with a dude for 10 years...knew him well. Partied, hung out with him. We were tight.
Come to find out(after the mp's showed up at work and drug him off) he was a military deserter and wanted .......
I'm sure at the start of that drivell I had a point. It eludes me now....and its downhill from here.
You can call me whatever you want! I promise I'm not a military deserter or a ..........nothing major to find out about me that I haven't already told you.....about the only other thing I don't normally tell many people is that I was dumber than a box of rocks and could only think with one head when I was 16 and ended up with a son a month before I turned 17.......other than that I'm a pretty open book....
