I'm kinda in the sticks.....enough that nobody fucks with me anyway. (12 miles out of a town of 5000 and on a mountain/dead end road) No Springer but alot of my neighbors could be on Hoarders or the first 10 minutes of "Fixer Upper".
when they're showing the fucked up shit...LOL.
Im at the point in life where I just do/buy what I want. I wanted a press and couldn't see my 60 year old ass fuckin with a hair straightner/curler/whatever......so the UPS guy brought me one. LOL.
It's good...sometimes...to be old(er). Don't have to sling no mo'..don't have to work no mo'. The plan worked! What day is it anyway???...heeheee. the only real bitch is that now it's like most every other hobby....love to make/fire pottery and shit...but in the end there's something ya gotta get rid of. With the new frontirer of legalization and easy peasy upon us fully here....I may have to get an incinerator cus I'm about to kill myself trying to smoke all of this
Somewhere along the way I forgotted to slow er all down to a roar....