Jesus is up on the cross, dying slowly. He sees Peter nearby, weeping. “Peter, my friend, come close. I have something tell you…” “Peter, come closer, i am weak and I must say this to you…” “Peter, my beloved friend and follower, the time is close for me to leave and you must hear this, come to me and hear my words…” “Peter, i can see your house from up here”.

Yup. All the time. There’s a road I drive several times a week that turns left. No intersection, it just makes a 90deg turn. I use it there out of habbit.

This isn’t true at all. He’d be shipped to El Salvador for being brown first.

If I acted in any besides just me being me, I wouldn’t be married today. Never pretend to be someone you’re not, any friends you make then won’t be yours, they’ll be that phantom persons.

So what if it’s immature anyway? So are loads of things. And most of them are fun. You exist for your pleasure, not other people’s.

Signed, a 52 year old skateboarder that still watches Arthur and farts on his kids.

A lot of those people got really quiet when we started fellating putin. I had to hear for years about how rad he was, and now crickets.

Fresh clean sheets on a well made bed daily.

“Traffic accident” is hilarious. Motherfucker, you’re in a desert. There’s nothing around. Its not like you had to swerve into a yard to avoid a cab coming at you in the wrong lane.

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.

“Time flies, time crawls You’re a prisoner trapped between its claws Life sucks, sometimes You gotta learn to live between the lines”

Pretty much as written. Time marches forward no matter how I feel about it. My best friend died, people still sat in traffic on the way to work. My wife said she wanted a divorce, the mailman still brought me bills. I made the best chilli I’ve ever tasted and my neighbors cat disappeared. You gotta learn to just accept that life is fleeting and carve out your own space. Find your own joy. Bring your own good time. Because life doesn’t owe you anything and moaning about it won’t make things better.

Yeah. I try not to mention it to people if I can avoid it. I work construction and am surrounded by manly men tring to out man each other. I had one guy offer me bear jerkey and got bent out of shape when I declined. He wouldn’t stop. He just kept on me about why I didn’t eat meat. After about an hour of him asking again and again why I don’t eat meat I said “meat’s another word for dick and eating dick is gay”. As problematic as it was, it worked.

It never cases to amaze me that a 250pound dude with a 40oz soda in one hand and a mouthfull of gas station pizza thinks he has the responsibility to lecture me about nutrition.