I told my Mom the other day that all of my good times are past tense. She was a bit of anghast about it, but I told her that my current existence is not fun! It hurts! I just think back in my memories to escape. I heard Train today and I thought of this:
Looking at this picture, I cannot believe that I am wearing a tank top, I can’t handle that anymore at all! Also, my hair is so long! that’s a statement. I never thought I would say! It’s easier for me with my hair being as short as it is now.
This is the song I heard:
I remember that was the first time that I thought chest hair looked good on a man. I was 28. Pat Monaghan came so close to us because we were in the pavilion in the front at DTE because I’m disabled.