Tonight I ate dinner with my parents – BOTH of my parents – with a woman who left me at the airport terminal with a strange man thirteen years ago, and a man who’s been around my whole life and a sort of idol of mine.
I won’t do it. Hardly a phrase I’ve ever uttered. But there is one thing I will never do – try to kill someone because it is my “god given duty” to.
I find it hard to believe that someone out there other than I know what happened. If you knew what happened to me, why didn’t you stop it?
I am not an athlete. But I train everyday. It started out as a way to keep up with everyone else. The more I exercised the better I felt.
I don’t know how many times I’ve heard the phrase, “You bastard.” Or some other variation of curses sent in my direction. But the reality of it is I am a bastard by definition. However, when people called me a bastard they weren’t referring to my parentage.
Hmmm… so many ways to think of a six pack. And all of them make me go yum.