Truth

How I Became The Family Weirdo

Ever since I was very young I was honest. Now, by that I mean I didn’t know how to lie. I always felt afraid of being caught in a lie, or my voice, eyes, tongue would give me away. My sister, now she got the, I don’t give a shite what you think I’m getting […]

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Ultimatums and Death

I’m not one to set down some concrete statement that defines my actions. Therefore, ultimatums are not often part of my “Modus Operandi“.  I recognize the futility in these ultimate statements of intent. However, there are always exceptions, as my teeter-totter mindset is abundant with dichotomy. More than once I have succumbed to the attractive ideal of […]

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December 21, 2010 – My Irish Rover & Me

Didn’t really feel like writing anything today. Didn’t think I wanted to. But I’m bored stiff, so why not. I’m going to copy today the next entry in my saga with Tim.  To summarize, this journal was written over the course of 2 years. It records our experiences, and my reflections, on our journey with […]

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