You know, I always wanted to use the words of Ross Perot's 1992 Vice-Presidential candidate....yeah, I know: what a wit. But, still...anyway:
Let me think...I'm 39 years old, with an acerbic - or caustic, depending on who's asking - sense of humor. I'm just a simple man, trying to make it through this life and into the next life while negotiating the minefields of life with a seared, coolly blackened conscience. Of course, part of that stems from some of the things that've happened in my lfie over the years, but I'd like to think that part of it comes from the fact that I still haven't quite figured out the way through everything...oh, well.
What else? Well, before becoming disabled a few years ago, I worked as a grocery store butcher for over 12 years....12 years, my friend! (..oh, the stories I could tell ya'...). *scratches head in thought* ...I'm pretty sure there's a few other things I could mention, but all ya' gotta do's ask! *laughs uproariously*
Anyway...feel free to follow along...if you dare!