While trying to enjoy the lunch with the two old farts, the female continued to rail on my behavior. This is the price that goes for trying to take care of old farts for living free and clear, secured but without freedom to go naked.
They are hard of hearing. They are hearing things, too. And they get mad when their young try to correct them. I curse them, of course. I curse my fate. I curse TPTB and pals, too. Do you think I’m happy living like this – unemployed and broke because the thugs and F#Ds are in cahoots with each other? No!
It was such a beautiful day that crazy people should just be locked up for good. It’s too bad some are still free to roam in public. It’s really sad that family have to put up with people who have been through much and try to smile as if nothing happened and that everything appears normal – when it’s not! Scary.
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