The only thing I don't miss is rolling a piece of piss elm over to my city living "tough" cousins after two or three pieces of oak and watching the maul just bounce off. Always funny.

I found a strawberry festival and ate enough strawberry things to make myself sick. I found an artists commune and stayed with those weird old hippies for two days..I found a diner with a waitress who was in her 90's and had worked the same job for like 70 years.

We happily spend our vacations just driving around in the middle of the country with no plan.

Drive side roads.

"Don't put your trust in revolutions. They always come around again. That's why they're called revolutions. People die, and nothing changes."

At least with heroine, they tend to just keep to themselves. Meth makes sure they have the energy and drive to really fuck with other people.

I always tell my kids that they won't inherit much cash, but they're having a great time with all of the vacations and fun equipment we have.

We will have enough money to retire and live for 30-35 years at most, frugally, and 15-20 if we really go nuts. I'll be dead waaaaayyyy before that, so it'll be up to my spouse to piss away the cash.

I used one to help me plan a sales route, and it kept fucking it up. Every time I corrected it, it tried that hand wringing vizier sort of ass kissing. It's very off-putting, but I can see how someone struggling with social interaction could be sucked into that nonsense.

Unless you're talking about parent groups. Because then you're fucked. Every parent group everywhere uses Facebook or Whatsapp and don't care that not everybody uses it. You will be excluded.

Those checkpoints are only there to provide a soft target instead of letting it be a plane.