Nice Ol Fella

Wow, having read ahead, the post after this one ends really awkwardly.
Im not entirely sure im prepared to post it.
Gotta say that as a 'writer*' its definitely the hardest thing to conquer.
Some cats are able to play it off like its fiction but i cant help but feel that it comes across as fact/truth. Spose it doesnt help that im making announcements like this. Well Fuck that. That last bit in my future post is surely edited.Yuugh.

Need to stop posting drunk.
NAGL.

Regardless.
The cat i had this shift was an older gent (which seemed to be the trend, spose it shouldnt be surprising as the elderly fall sick everywhere on a regular basis.) Like alot of the other cats i spent time with he was in the war. It was never uncommon out on the east coast. Much like Italy (and any other poor catholic/religious countries/states/provinces/regions) you gave one son to to the army and one son to the church.

In all honesty your better off losing a leg then getting molested but thats a whole other diatribe.

This post seems to be getting increasingly darker.

Anyways with this comes a great amount of stories in relation to personal struggles. As mentioned in the previous post about our boy the Scotch, many a horror was seen and many a horror was described. It was none the less fascinating and beneficial. In this case, the ol fella was telling me about how the Canadian government would send...

Ok i gotta stop here for a second...

Ive read this same paragraph in my note book about 6 or 7 times and its still not making sense. I will grant you that ive had a bit to drink but i do believe that some of my previous posts will prove that this hasnt necessarily been a hinderance. If anything its added to my immediate charm.

As a result we can ignore this interruption and direct our attention back to our beloved subject.

One thing about the old is that they eventually realize that there really is little to lose in no longer giving a shit about appereances. This doesnt necessarily apply to all the old folks as there are a few that in there cute manner feel its necessary to wear their sunday best all the time. This should be applauded HOWEVER one needs to recognize and appreciate those that choose comfort over fashion. This gentleman was not ashamed to admit this, especially as he announced that he had decided to use a belt with his jogging pants as they had come from the garbage (not entirely sure he was right of mind at that moment). Regardless it was something to dwell on.

The most memorable thing about this old fella was the fact that he had half a set of teeth but a heart full of love. Dude was free with the hugs and theres not reason not enjoy a hug.

Willing to bet that the old boy enjoyed his smut as well (this btw is smut in the old folk sense, not in the pornographies sense)


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*Using this loosely. Ive never been printed in a paper or magazine or anything of any repute as a result some might argue that im not a proper writer. Fuck you, stoosh.