OK, we’re out of bullets. Let’s call it a draw?

How’s that ceasefire going?

In 5 years or less we will be living in a world where people have their paychecks garnished to pay back food loans.

Ha! Yeah man. Cool summer nights after a really good day? The call still comes sometimes. The desire to just go out and get wild. But like you say, I like where I am now and life is good.

Meh, it wasn’t for long, it was jail not prison, and it was 30 years ago. I learned a few lessons, mainly that I’m not a good car thief. But also to pick and choose my adventures. When i tell my kids about all the shit we used to do, my wife gets twitchy but there’s a smile behind the rolling eyes.

Ha. I’ve done almost all of that. But I know why I went to jail. After years and years dealing recreational pharmaceuticals, partaking in the same, living in garages, living on stolen candy and nicotine and alcohol, skating, skanking, moshing, fucking and fighting, sometimes it’s just nice to be clean for a day and have one set of nice clothes.

One of my kids asked why I keep buying white shoes. They always get dirty. It’s a goal kid, one day they’re gonna stay clean and you’ll get it.

Laugh all you want but this is clearly a top 4d chess move. It’s a little early to tell exactly what it is, but it’s either the I’m rubber; you’re glue gambit, or it could be the neener-neener maneuver. Either way, we should be proud to witness this in our lifetimes.