I’m turning 40 this month.
I have an alienated 7-year daughter for a sleepover this weekend.
Just had a heavy bust up, neither of us wants to pull the plug totally, but…
I’m severly underemployed, with no gas or money til monday.
I’m exploring alcoholism, because I’ve seen it work so well for so many, there may be answers there. (did I say that one already? I’ll do that.
I’ve got missing brain matter, I don’t recognize people very well, I don’t know who I’m talking to 90% of the time.
And the landlord’s given notice, I’ve no idea where I’m going to be after August.
How’s by Y’all?
-Darrin
aka Monkey FlingPoo
aka The Sonoran Lizard King
aka Pippen of Skye
"Can you see the real me?
Can ya?
Can ya?"
-The Who
Quadrophenia

Would that entail some sort of surgery on my penis? Because I’m really not getting it. No one’s complained I’m a helmet, not an anteater. Unless that’s another secret, like size, I’m not interested until armed fascists are pantsing us and shooting the helmets.