As I was getting too earlier, being scared of dying alone and all, still even at the backside of 40, I can still do most of what I used to do, it just takes me a bit longer to do it.
Had someone tell me from up Carey Idaho way, it may be God’s way of telling me to just go make a sandwich. But with my diabetes , got to figure out what’s safe to put in the sandwich. When it gets to the interaction between the sweet lady thing and me, I think I still am able, although there hasn’t been a parade of gals to the door to even experience the feelings of being with a gal. Sure there are many to look at with casting for Pin up Calendar girls and all, but one can’t be playing with those, although it’d be great if one offered. No one can’t do that. Meet em at church Jared says, right. Most of the ones I meet at church, are either already hooked up with someone else, have a lot of emotional baggage that I can’t handle, or being nice, just don’t have much if any visual appeal. So I go home alone.
I used to be one that thought that looking at porn was an outlet, problem is, they all look good on the Internet or even in the magazine, but to think that any of those would look at an old Marine like me is a mission impossible, why look at something you can’t have? Of course my monthly trip to Wells takes care of the physical needs, and my do I wish there was at least one brothel in our area, even one that was clean enough, but not too choosey. Save me $150.00 in fuel every month. Why they can’t open a house for old Veterans is beyond me. Give us some entertainment. Of course there are the online dating sites, many coming on more it seems every day. But I’ve tried those. You pay a bunch of money, get mostly crack moms, Or Meth heads, and not much that you’d really settle down with, much less invite into your home.
I get this way, even more today, as I mourn over one of our own. Living down under in Australia one of our few and proud BlackSheep went to those skys in Heaven. I know he’s there. He like me lived just outside Sydney, built Rat Rods, and vintage planes. Lived all alone, but fortunately he had someone to find his dead body, I sadly do not. Mark was 58 years old, one hell of a pilot, equal to just about anyone in the 214, including me. He wore that uniform with pride, and would have remained in the USA, but he got tired of this nations divided people. He, like I dreamed of a united Confederate States of America, where love, respect for everyone, and love of God would transpire and me the normal. Where guys were guys, gals were gals, and one liked the other, not wanting to become, or find themselves as the other gender.
I’m hoping I’ll be able to fly down to his funeral, but when things like this happen, and I don’t think I’m solo in this, but one starts to take inventory of yourself and think what about me? What the hell have I done? Where am I going? Have I made a difference and does God still have a job or task for me here or am I just on the tarmac waiting to terminate? If I did die, would anyone care? As I died would there be anyone besides a VA nurse to hold my hand, and close my eyes from the distant stare of death? Am I scared of death? No, I’m ready to go, its just I’d like to go with a bit more dignity.
Any gals out there want to hook up with an old Marine?
More L8R, where we will explore the world of Toes and Tows.
Keep it tween the Ditches
Quote of the Day:
The quest for riches darkens the sense of right and wrong.
--Antiphanes, ancient Greek dramatist
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