In 2018 I need love, medicine, money, cell phone, more money, and a weapon. I have all of these. True love from Louie, my dog. Medicine from various healers. I don’t work anymore but love to spend money. My love life and my cell phone need a charge. My weapons are a BB gun, a shovel and a frying pan.
Exercise saved my life. I do a dead lift out of bed every morning. Then I do deep bend overs in the shower to let the water shoot everywhere. Then I do a couple pull ups: I pull up my underwear, then pull up my pants. A really extended bend over when I tie my shoes. I have to remember to breath during this stretch or when I stand up I see stars–I have ended up on the floor several times.
Sometimes from this workout I am exhausted and lay back down to recover.
I google things every day. My dog spends a lot of time licking his privates. Over an hour every day although I’ve not timed him. I google this to find out how to stop him. But, he has been doing this his entire lifetime and is now a senior. He keeps a good attitude. Always healthy and happy.
Louie was my mother’s dog. When she died, Louie became my father’s dog. When Bob, my dad, went into assisted living, Louie became my dog. Every Tuesday I take Louie to see my dad. I also might take a couple chocolate éclairs.
You just have to enjoy life. My dad doesn’t say much. He can still devour an éclair very quickly.
I am grateful for my home. It provides me shelter from an often cruel world.
I am grateful for my dog. He gives me unconditional love like no other.
I am grateful for my car. Without it I might have to call Uber.
I am grateful for my food. Nothing has provided more satisfaction in my life than food.
I am grateful for Netflix. Since quitting pot, Netflix has helped me escape reality.
I am grateful to be alive. Passing away and going to my eternal rest is not yet appealing.
For the last seven years, my partner in bed has been my dog, Louie. I put up with his horrendous breath, and he puts up with my snoring. He sleeps with his rear end pushed against mine, and we both emit loudly upon awakening, which warms us on cold mornings. My girlfriend won’t sleep in the same room with me. My dog is there every night. If I pet him a couple times, he will lick himself for nearly an hour. I have to smack him and tell him to stop it…but, I have unconditional love for Louie. I like my girlfriend too.