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I’m just a 40-something bearded guy trying to get a fresh start.
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In the middle of the night, in my dreams

Shawshank, September 3, 2020

Good morning party people! It’s almost Pre-Friday. You’re almost there! Just a few more moments to hold onto, then it’ll be Friday. But savour the Friday’s and the Saturday’s, because, before you know it, it’ll be Pre-Monday. And everyone hates Pre-Monday. So yesterday was fun. Dad had a day off…

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I can hear the soft breathing of the girl I love

Shawshank, September 2, 2020

Good morning y’all! Guess. What. Day. It. Is. It’s hump day! Half way through the week! You’re almost to Pre-Friday. You can make it! I have faith. It looks completely different outside over the past two days. There’s no wind, very few clouds in the sky, it’s sunny, it’s kinda…

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Stand there like a ghost shaking from the rain

Shawshank, September 1, 2020

So I’ll probably be cooking some Vindaloo tomorrow. Just need to get one spice, and the regular stuff (onion, tomato paste, etc). I got a couple of chicken breasts, and I’ll add some potatoes, and probably have it over some rice. As I was searching a couple of days ago…

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And the story begins with a song of rebellion

Shawshank, September 1, 2020

I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning. I slept mostly through the night. Only sat up twice to clear nasal passages, and to cool off a little bit. The alarm played for a while before I even heard it. Usually, I’ll hear it right at the beginning….

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And a bucket of vindaloo. Bucket!*

Shawshank, August 31, 2020

I long for a Vindaloo. I’m looking, and I think I found a recipe for a tasty chicken Vindaloo that I might make one day. I wouldn’t even add the spicy spice to it, because I live with people that think ketchup is spicy. The spice jar that has the…

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And a voice that is dark like tinted glass

Shawshank, August 31, 2020

So I couldn’t make the snacks for my dad, because there were already some, and my mom doesn’t like to have too many floating around the house, because my gramma will sneak them. There’s been a few times my mom has gone to pack my dads lunch, and there’s like…

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On This Day

  • 12 months ago...
    • Where the grass is green and the girls are pretty
  • 2 years ago...
    • I see you drivin, sportscar, aint hittin the throttle and I be down, and do a hundred, top down and goggles
  • 3 years ago...
    • Sometimes I wonder what I'm gonna do ‘cause there ain't no cure for the summertime blues
  • 4 years ago...
    • Everything is bleak, it’s the middle of the night
  • 5 years ago...
    • I was lying on the grass on Sunday morning of last week
      Indulging in my self-defeat

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