In a nutshell above. The crap I've been making building fooling with since my retirement. What with the world, and everything near me literally burning down.
One takes a kind of comfort in the little things.
In the old days it was massive drug intake. That, and 18 hour on air production, and engineering shifts.
It should have killed me. However it didn't because I actually loved it. If you have something you love that makes sense, and you're doing it with good pals you're okay...you'll live fine.
However if you're on your own.
Well...
I'm mostly on my own, but still hanging on. Not crazed cops or fires seems able to put me down. So it looks like I'm here to the last reel after all. Stay the fucked tuned.
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