There's a reason why we went backwards chronologically.
At the end of this one, hopefully you'll understand.
This story is a bit convoluted in several ways. And it might have been the biggest mistake of my life. I'm going to try to tell it accurately, but it's been a while. Please bear
Hola. I dunno if you’re been keeping up with how we Puerto Ricans took to the streets, massively and with purpose, to force the resignation of our fucking thief and coward of a governor. Lemme just add right now that, uf… It’s been an eventful offseason—WHICH IS OVER!1!1
The Hall of
All of us have differences of opinions at times. We get into arguments with one another. We get angry. We say things sometimes that later we wish we hadn't said. Or maybe things that actually needed to be said but weren't well-received and we've upset someone else.
That's just how life
I started this story last week. And I tried to be very careful in what I said and how I said it. I will admit that in the moment, nearly three years ago, I did not handle it particularly well.
In fact, I handled it very not well. Being betrayed will do
I have to be careful about this one. Very, very careful. But let's give it a shot.
Balls: Don't worry, I'm here to make sure you're ok.
tWBS: Hey, that's mighty nice of you!
Balls: And to make sure you don't fuck up.
tWBS: Asshole. Ok fine, let's just get this over with...
Life is hard. That's never going to change. That's just life.
I've been dealing with a lot of things lately. Some good, but mostly bad. They've gotten me down. I've had a difficult time with certain issues lately.
But I've dealt with it.
If I hadn't, it would have been much more difficult.
Originally, this week we were going to begin talking about love and loss from a few years ago. But then wordpress ate it. Twice. And I don't have time to type it all again this week. So we'll get to that next week.
So even though we've been working backwards chronologically,
In May of 2018 I traveled to Venice Beach, California for two weeks as I sometimes do. The Venice and Santa Monica area is probably my favorite place in the world. Venice in particular is a very interesting place to me, if for no other reason than all races and
This one's gonna hurt me, just so you know.
And I know at the end of last week I said this would be a multi-parter. I've changed my mind on that. I'm just going to leave a lot of stuff out because...
....the better part of valor, one might say.
OK, first for
OK, so in mid-May I drove up to Maryland. I met up with some old High School friends and had some nice dinners. Saw the Yankees beat the ever loving hell out of the Orioles. You know, the standard fare.
But that aside, when I checked into the hotel I was
OK, I churned this out literally overnight after going back and forth on whether to even start writing this stuff. I am not fully on board here with writing these posts, just so you all know. And mostly it's because I'm still pissed off. So don't get your hopes up
Social media has become a catchphrase. And the number of platforms available for it are almost uncountable. Unrecognizable. But is it social? No, it's a way to avoid.
Personally, I AM on Facebook. And I hate it. But it's the only way some of the people I care about ever communicate