HoW am i fucking up a good dripper? My good drippers havent needed any modifications. My lush is great for a daily drip my alliance is great to go batshit with coils my madhatter is wellca pain in the ass to build on but its becuase of the airflow tubes.
Yes, Yes it does just had to lay down for awhile after taking meds they make me feel bad shortly after taking them
Take care lf yourself man, this time of year is a bitch.
Awwww. What's not to love?! So beautiful.
Thanks for fixing the avi B lolThank you huckleberry ed
Vape on
Going through myriad pages sounds too much like what @Breazy_Com does
I'm just so tired. I had a lengthy conversation with my brother; it was bittersweet, somewhat sad - but, a new place to start. Liz and I have each other - he has no one to love, and be loved back from.
He works in the film industry; he recently completed a shoot (upcoming film) with actresses Jane Fonda and Jennifer Aniston in co-starring lead roles.
His assessment of Jennifer Aniston:
"Whoa. When she comes on set, everyone - male, and female - are amazed by her natural beauty."
Jane Fonda?
"She's amazing. In her seventies, she still turns heads. It must be in the genes."
We talked about times past, unresolved animosities - it was long overdue. Myself being the eldest, I suppose he held me to a higher standard - a standard, apparently - I failed, miserably.
Even though I was college-educated, and a supposedly consummate musician... still, I didn't measure up. I didn't have success like he did - hell, he can go to Las Vegas - and lose $20K without skipping a beat.
As for me, I've never had that much liquidity stashed away at any one time.
Yet, as I lie here next to Liz's curly hair, I'm happy and content. Saddened, yes - from my brother's comments, who assumed that I never earned an honest wage as a working musician - I did well, received my 1099s every year since '85 (and, before that, filing self-employed) - and, I paid taxes just like every other working American.
It was a rough road for me, yes - yet, I wonder which one of us ended up being happier. He, or myself? He is still a medical **********patient for sciatica, while my body and brain chemistry will not permit me to pursue that avenue.
Do I judge him? No. Does he judge me? Apparently, yes - since I've turned him down in the past to join him in Atlantic City.
What a shame. I was the son who ended up being a caregiver to a dying grandfather; a dying mother, while raising youngsters; later, my father, who passed in 2006, as my marriage crumbled... eventually, that was the beginning of my end. Divorce. Car accident, as a passenger in my son's car... the financial collapse in the later part of the Millennium decade... then, homelessness, and despair.
Soon, the arrival of access programs helped me survive with type-1 diabetes. The gift of a guitar from my cousin, to help me earn a meager (but enjoyable - I love to play and sing) income as a street musician. Then, after several months chatting with Liz online, we decided to meet.
We took our time, and really got to know one another. She showed up one time at a shelter I was staying at, wearing a stunning black dress, and heels.
I knew then, and there - she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. When you love someone more than you love ANYTHING - yourself, your music - everything... that's it.
One more shelter later, she brought me my first Ego-T. I quit smoking, and became a vapester. I supported my habit with street music. I got my first street performer license. Though I had to use a wheelchair for long distances, I had help. Thanks, R.
Then, one evening - I was in the shelter cafeteria. One of the deputies who worked nights, came up to me, and said:
"There's someone here to see you. You've got five minutes."
I wheeled out on my rollator backward, following the deputy. When I turned around -
There was Liz. She said, "Get your stuff. We're going home."
In 13 June, we'll be together five years - and, moving to Colorado.
To answer the earlier question about who was happier - myself, or my brother -
It's safe to say that I am. I love you, Liz
LW & Liz (we hope that I wasn't too long-winded, just to answer @Jimi's question
i want it to be 5. Sup whiskey
Leaning back towards the Escape, been going back and forth with the numbers.
Hey there Rat & Jim
I hope Pete says hello
You never really know how much some simple words on a page can help someone. Thanks for giving me hope today. I needed it more than I can sayGoing through myriad pages sounds too much like what @Breazy_Com does
I'm just so tired. I had a lengthy conversation with my brother; it was bittersweet, somewhat sad - but, a new place to start. Liz and I have each other - he has no one to love, and be loved back from.
He works in the film industry; he recently completed a shoot (upcoming film) with actresses Jane Fonda and Jennifer Aniston in co-starring lead roles.
His assessment of Jennifer Aniston:
"Whoa. When she comes on set, everyone - male, and female - are amazed by her natural beauty."
Jane Fonda?
"She's amazing. In her seventies, she still turns heads. It must be in the genes."
We talked about times past, unresolved animosities - it was long overdue. Myself being the eldest, I suppose he held me to a higher standard - a standard, apparently - I failed, miserably.
Even though I was college-educated, and a supposedly consummate musician... still, I didn't measure up. I didn't have success like he did - hell, he can go to Las Vegas - and lose $20K without skipping a beat.
As for me, I've never had that much liquidity stashed away at any one time.
Yet, as I lie here next to Liz's curly hair, I'm happy and content. Saddened, yes - from my brother's comments, who assumed that I never earned an honest wage as a working musician - I did well, received my 1099s every year since '85 (and, before that, filing self-employed) - and, I paid taxes just like every other working American.
It was a rough road for me, yes - yet, I wonder which one of us ended up being happier. He, or myself? He is still a medical **********patient for sciatica, while my body and brain chemistry will not permit me to pursue that avenue.
Do I judge him? No. Does he judge me? Apparently, yes - since I've turned him down in the past to join him in Atlantic City.
What a shame. I was the son who ended up being a caregiver to a dying grandfather; a dying mother, while raising youngsters; later, my father, who passed in 2006, as my marriage crumbled... eventually, that was the beginning of my end. Divorce. Car accident, as a passenger in my son's car... the financial collapse in the later part of the Millennium decade... then, homelessness, and despair.
Soon, the arrival of access programs helped me survive with type-1 diabetes. The gift of a guitar from my cousin, to help me earn a meager (but enjoyable - I love to play and sing) income as a street musician. Then, after several months chatting with Liz online, we decided to meet.
We took our time, and really got to know one another. She showed up one time at a shelter I was staying at, wearing a stunning black dress, and heels.
I knew then, and there - she was the one that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with. When you love someone more than you love ANYTHING - yourself, your music - everything... that's it.
One more shelter later, she brought me my first Ego-T. I quit smoking, and became a vapester. I supported my habit with street music. I got my first street performer license. Though I had to use a wheelchair for long distances, I had help. Thanks, R.
Then, one evening - I was in the shelter cafeteria. One of the deputies who worked nights, came up to me, and said:
"There's someone here to see you. You've got five minutes."
I wheeled out on my rollator backward, following the deputy. When I turned around -
There was Liz. She said, "Get your stuff. We're going home."
In 13 June, we'll be together five years - and, moving to Colorado.
To answer the earlier question about who was happier - myself, or my brother -
It's safe to say that I am. I love you, Liz
LW & Liz (we hope that I wasn't too long-winded, just to answer @Jimi's question
