Oh nothing really just wanted to share

Making a new roach-clip to take back home. Jesus, has it really been over 50 freaking years ??!! Seems like yesterday.
Schitts I'm old ! And slowing down : only had seven PBR's today.

 

Yeah, they can't improve (or be original) so why not steal !

By the way , I intend to indulge and reminisce once I get back home. Sitting' on the back deck watching the Sun go down, at 5pm no less, and dreaming of days gone by.

 

Please don't smoke it, your lungs have enough to do as it is. And the edible high is mellower.

 

I used to drink like a sailor. Then one day I stopped, this after it took seven SPs to get me into the paddy wagon. Didn't drink again for ~30 years.

 

Okay it's time to fess-up, I'm Not going to indulge with Mary Jane. I realize I'm not 18 (although I still feel I am). Time has a way of slapping sense into you even if it's after the fact. The trick is to be cognizant of that before any stupid decisions. I ain't made it this far being dumb. All that said, I still manage to get my ass in trouble!

 

My lungs are shit, so I did MJ with edibles. My doctors approved. Helped my appetite. Best Ways to Consume Cannabis.

 

My appetite is find depending on what's on the plate. Although I have noticed I'm becoming more susceptible to certain things.
My main philosophy of good health is never go to the doctor or dentist unless absolutely necessary. Went to a new tooth doctor after moving and he couldn't believe I wasn't on any prescriptions. Told him everyone I knew who did those yearly checkups were on multiple pills and restricted diets. I also had more dentistry done the four years I went to that asshat than the previous 25 years.
At my mid 50's I followed my 94 year old uncles Regiment and smoke, (he cigars) drink and play golf. Get my exercise by outdoor activities and trying to keep up with my wife's recommended things 'we' need to get done.
It'll probably catch up with me but until it does I'm running full speed ahead and Damn the torpedoes !

 

When I was doing MJ I looked for something that would go down with minimal fight. Gummies with THC and melatonin helped me sleep with the steroids were fighting the ZZZs.

 

I'm hoping to make it to 73. 3.6 months.

 

I was discounting my high school years. Otherwise I'd be long gone and just a memory. The stupid/dumb things I got away with are amazing. Riding a 80cc Suzuki at 3am after way too many Pabst's and Jack comes to mind.
NOW that I think about it, all my best friends are no longer here. Bummer and miss those guys.
Over the years I've learned to: Not argue, Take a breath, and if pressed for a comment answer " I'm not sure or don't know".
Keeps me out of trouble and avoids any arguments

 

The y-donor* tried to kill me three times when I was 7 years or younger. He stopped when he found a butcher knife embedded in his pillow. He was a fifth-grade dropout who had been abandoned by his mother** and life had to be hard for a young boy with no protectors. (This was during the Great Depression.) All that wasn't my fault. My bad luck was that his first born son had red hair like him and I didn't. Clearly grounds for murder, no?

*That was the extent of his involvement with me to the day he died.
**His father died of lead poisoning, too many aces in a poker game.

 

I may have worked in the wrong profession for over thirty some odd years. To think I could have watched paint dry and get paid ! Wow.

Researchers have found that the pattern of dried paint is influenced by the pigment concentration and the temperature at which it dries. A study in ACS’ Langmuir revealed that drops with lesser pigment or placed on cooler surfaces resembled “fried eggs” when dried, while those with more pigment or dried at higher temperatures appeared more uniform. The findings suggest that by adjusting pigment concentration and drying temperature, one can control the final appearance of dried paint.


Scientists Watched Paint Dry – The Puzzling Patterns Revealed a World of Movement and Mystery

 

Six months after high school I met a girl that made me realize I really needed to be a grownup. To a certain extent anyway. Had a (at the time) , decent job where one wage earner could make a good living. Traded the Camaro for a Nova a year and a half later.
Funny how a hot, blonde, sexy girl can change a naive innocent young boy into a ravenous demon. Two months from this Tuesday marks 50 years together and 2 months three weeks will be 49 years of bliss (?) !
Wouldn't have missed the ride for a billion dollars.

 

I've been married four times, divorced once.