After I get home from work in the evening, Randy and I walk in a cemetery. We park in the same place. We walk the same path. For years now, we have seen a black truck parked, in the same spot, where a young man works out by his truck. We never spoke to him until Tuesday evening. About half way through our figure eight walking path, the young man approached us and asked us if we saw an old lady...
I mean, I know I’m not stupid. But I don’t know why. Let me explain. At least I will try. And herein lies the fucking problem. I guess the easy answer is that I assume I am stupid because as a child, my narcissistic father told me I was stupid. A lot. Perhaps, it is that simple, but I don’t think so. I program computers and code in an old ass, not sexy language. Black screen...
I mean, it’s possible.
I have a vague plan in place. My plan is to retire in about 3 years, knowing full well we won’t be able to afford retirement.
A girl can dream.
