I didn't know what I was getting into when I started selling a little marijuana for some friends. All I wanted was to make just a little money while I was going to school at the university. Things seemed to work a little at a time, and before I knew it. I was learning several things, other dealers. I tried to organize when people wanted to come to get products to show that not all the dealers would be arriving at my house at the same time. That was a hard thing to do, especially since the same house is a party place almost every day. My two young daughters Exposed to this kind of living, and they were very young, happy, and smart. They got to know a lot of people, both men, and women. They got along with everyone, but I look back and see that they did not realize ordinary early on teaching yet. As the business was continuing to get larger with wires meant that I had to also buy bigger loads of products. I am talking about marijuana. The day came when somebody came to me and...
Monica, my middle daughter, is doing what she usually does. SMILE. She knows a lot about big truck parts and little truck parts and car parts too for that matter. She now drives a cool company truck. I congratulate her for how well she is doing. She already knows I am a bit envious that I never got to drive a company truck home. Way to go Monica
First thing I had to do this morning was go back to yesterday's post and edit it. I can't believe that I misspelled my wife's first name. I got a nice congratulatory email from Terry Brisbin the other day and gently corrected him on the way he spelled Marcy's name, lo and behold I did the same thing. Ooops. Done. Marcy has also given me encouragement to write more often like I used to. Thank You Love. Riding was good this morning, the temperature was about 60 degrees. I think that's the first time it has been that low. I am going ride back to the apartment at lunchtime, drive the car back because I have the teaching job tonight. If this all works out well, I may do the same thing tomorrow. Tomorrow after work I drive to the airport so I can do my plane commute. Friday nights are always worth living for I have been thinking about Tom and Sherry, two university students who worked hard in their studies and parties hard when they had the chance. On a particular Friday ...
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