Misc

In A Shithole

I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.

I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.

I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.

I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.
I cannot find my fidget spinner.

Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.
Yeah.

I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.
I’m in a shithole eating Tide pods.

Misc

An Old Picture

My friend Megan found an old picture of me in the 1997 Michigan School for the Deaf yearbook. I didn’t know this picture existed. I didn’t get a yearbook that year, nor did I have my class picture taken. Nice to know I was still in the yearbook. Think I look good in this picture.

 

Hunting, Misc, On Writing, Writing

Okay

I haven’t been active on my website, Facebook or JAD in the last couple months. For reasons l will not disclose, I felt a need to step away from everything. But, I’m starting to get word about things that are happening and I need to get back in touch with people.

I have been getting a lot of work done.  Currently, I’m juggling three different projects and making progress. Also, a few days ago, I shot my third deer. Another doe. I’ll probably tell the story about that after I get the meat from the butcher. I promise, it’s different from the last two successful hunting stories I shared.

Hunting, Misc

Back from the Hardware Store

Up until recently, the hardware store was owned by Dave, my firearms dealer. I had gotten to know Dave and I was familiar with his staff. When I’d go in to buy my hunting license, it was a quick, easy process. They knew what they were doing and they knew what I was asking for.

But Dave recently sold the store. The store is still in business, but it’s a different owner and a different staff. Today was my first time back in there since Dave moved out.

It was a very awkward and slow process. But finally they got the right hunting license printed up. I hope so, anyway.

Then, when I was paying, it took the guy a long time to work out everything on the register before he could slide my card through.

Well, I’ll be forgiving. I don’t know how long it has been since the new owner and staff took  over. Maybe they’re still getting the feel for things. I might be the first person who came in to buy hunting license since they took over. Maybe next time it’ll be easier going.