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About 5 years ago I met this woman online. She was from VA, but moved to NYC. I asked her can we meet in person. I asked can we meet in person. She lived about a 20 minute walk from where I lived at. All I had to do was just stand outside in that area and sooner or later I would have seen her. But being the 'nice' guy...when she said no, I left it at that. Over the years she stayed in touch with me, always reaching out to me first. I mean if you don't want to meet me in person, I don't want to talk to you over the phone or even text with you. But with her I contin9 to do so for some strange reason. Every time she call or text, she would tell me about the relationships that she is in. But these relationships weren't healthy for her because sooner or rather right at the beginning of them she would tell me how the guy was and is and what he is doing to her. I told her I don't want to her about your bad shit that's going on in your life. Why do you feel you must...

I know this happens or supposed to happen like normally. But I seriously ask myself...wait, WTF! For an example... There is this woman I know, she dips and dabs... No, she is fucked on her drug use. Listen I'm not angel, I use also but there is a difference between her use and my use. Not saying I'm better at, or I'm not like her but... But I've seen a change in her overall every fucking thing. Okay, I'm looking at her and how she has changed and in the same sense she is saying that I have changed also. But I'm saying to myself not as much in physical appearances like her looks, her ways of walking, thinking and talking. Her way of thinking is what fucks me up. She told me that after listening to me last night, that she thinks I need to get some help. This is coming from a woman who at 10am told me she was leaving her house to come and see me, but didn't walk thru my front door until 6pm. She was using public transportation, and only had to catch two buses. ...

Two days ago..a year ago I retired. Well, I took early retirement at 62. On August 21st, 2022, I fractured my Tibia and dislocated my ankle. Operation in September 6th had me no wearing two mental thingies, one on each side of my left calf, being held together with 4 screws on each side. Here it is May 17th, 2023...and all I can do on my left foot is wiggle my toes. My ankle is still swollen and numb. About two inches above the ankle and the whole door from my toes and the bottom, my soul of my left foot is numb. Sometimes my whole left leg just starts 'dancing' on its own, it jumps 2, 3 times like it has a mind of its own. At least twice a day, I get these sharp pains in and around my ankle that makes me see God. The pain is so sharp that if I have anything in my hands, I drop them because it feels like I'm about to topple over.  Most days I can barely walk or out any pressure on my left leg period. It's not the whole leg that Hurst and is constant pain. It's walki...

Take your average man, me for example.. When I first see and look at a woman, there is a Check List that runs thru my head. 1. What she is wearing, the clothes she has on and where she is at when wearing them. 2. What she is 'Spotlighting'. What she has on her person, what she wants me to look at and pay attention to. 3.Her Face. Is she wearing a lot of makeup, barely makeup, or no makeup at all. 4. Her 'Overall Being'. Where she is at, does she feels comfortable, uncomfortable, uncomfortable and nervous, and too comfortable.  5. Her shape. Curves, are they natural. Too curvy means she works out, but how long is that going to last. Curves With Pouch..means she doesn't work out and everything you see is JUST HER. 6. Below the Belly Button & Above the Knees. The most important part of her. A: Am I fucking her? B: She would be fucking me. C: We fucking each other. D: Ain't No One Fucking No One.     6a: The shape of that area. Men can tell just by the shape on ...

 Shit just doesn't bother me anymore like it used to. I'm not saying that I was a hand grenade that was just exploding all over the place, no not that. It was more or less that people just didn't know how to act, or be Human...and when they acted like that around me, I would become physically upset. I would raise my voice... 'Why the fuck are you acting around me like that? You know damn well that I don't act like how you're acting. Displaying yourself like you were brought up in a cave, walking barefooted and don't know what shoes are for.' It was bad, I would actually SHOW how disgusted I was with that person right then and there. I figured out why I was like that too. Oh, there were many reasons, but two come to mind. All the following reasons are bunched together as one of the two.  Manners. Even though when I was young it wasn't considered having manners. It was called if you didn't act right around y mother, she would bust our asses. Didn...

This guy made a comment on a post, and then had a disclaimer. So I reply back to his disclaimer, since he said he was only joking. This is what I said. Okay just hear me out. I'll take it that you know how to do research.  Starting simple... At one time there was a small amount of cocaine in Coke a Cola. I don't know your age, but do you remember the commercial on TV... 'Things go better with Coke.' Do some research on that first. Then there's LSD.... Timothy Leary. Read up on him. Then, Scientists AND OUR Government STILL to this day are experimenting with LSD, 'The Good, Bad and the Far Out Man!' An article... 'What is Said to Be Bad For You, May Not...' That's a very old article, I think it was scrubbed from the internet. Then a little as a couple of weeks ago,  'Crack is Back and This Time it's More Affordable.' I'm going to keep it real. I tried and smoked Crack, enjoyed it...and WORKED to support my 'Habit'. Tried  M...