Unsent email to an ex friend...
I'm guessing you are'nt expecting this, which is one of the reasons itz coming to you.
I still get 60 to a 100 or more clean shaves out of a razor. I've noticed though that the fancier and more expensive the razor is - I just get them at random, from what comes through the shop since I've been in these places - the less long it lasts. The cheapest simplest ones last longest. The fancy expensive ones wear out faster. There's a moral in there somewhere I'm sure.
My life is now simpler. I hope yours may be too. I write as little as I can manage and at that to only 3 people, R, J & E, and others locally about day to day ongoing stuff, and only about stuff that matters, as the case may be.
This will reach you on the 18th of this month, which today is the first day of. With additions as and when I can between now and then...
Well that deadline's passed but two other corporate entitiez and another individual did'nt get anything I'd intended for that date also. The key stuff did go out on time but thatz no matter.
My hair is definitely growing once again, I'd thought that about a yr ago but know it for sure now because its starting these past several weeks to get in the way of common tool usage, sawing, drilling, etc, and I'm still on the same razor as when I began this, and it was two weeks to a month old then. I also use it to shave my pubes with, which is a new departure, I used to use two but what the hey, hot water and soap, itz all the same. I've been shaving down there ever since (30 yr's ago) my 11 yr old niece ... bragged to me about how she'd got rid of aunt Patty - who was "boring" - by a bit of sly sexual innunendo and seeming bafflement, confusion and inarticulateness, when more closely quizzed by the relevant parental bods.
This was 3 days after the fact. Guess who was babysitting her at that moment (I could show you the exact spot where my hair stood on end) and who was the other regular on-duty babysitter in house there, and the first two don't count, and you will see the predicament. Seemed to me time for a change in plan, aka, disguise, for something that might stand up in court under cross examination and direct physical examination by expert witnesses...
Same thing happened with the second wife, after 2 yr's with her and her k**s I called Ma up one day just out of bafflement, problems I could'nt solve or easily correct myself at all, and related to her some of the ongoing table talk at breakfast and dinner - I was the househusband, and that lot never ate better, more regularly or well, and cheaper too, nor lived in a cleaner house - between me and them three, herself aside privately in 'adult moments', and teenage c***dren also; and after 20 minutes of discourse, Q & A, she said "Get OUT! Get Out NOW!"
Mother was never a very moral or ethical person (HahaHahaHa...) but she was a very keen judge of human realities and worst case scenarios. At that moment .. hard to tell. Shifting realities. It was'nt a matter of possible judicial consequences I had, it was an immediate vision of myself strung up to a lightpole, lamp post, with a sign around my neck saying "the Indian did it" or "its all his fault", the stranger to all us fine folk here is the guilty one, and no recourse to "law" at all. It's happened before, many a time.
I was packed up and on the road to Oregon before she got home from work the next day. And these are the times of our lives.
I still get 60 to a 100 or more clean shaves out of a razor. I've noticed though that the fancier and more expensive the razor is - I just get them at random, from what comes through the shop since I've been in these places - the less long it lasts. The cheapest simplest ones last longest. The fancy expensive ones wear out faster. There's a moral in there somewhere I'm sure.
My life is now simpler. I hope yours may be too. I write as little as I can manage and at that to only 3 people, R, J & E, and others locally about day to day ongoing stuff, and only about stuff that matters, as the case may be.
This will reach you on the 18th of this month, which today is the first day of. With additions as and when I can between now and then...
Well that deadline's passed but two other corporate entitiez and another individual did'nt get anything I'd intended for that date also. The key stuff did go out on time but thatz no matter.
My hair is definitely growing once again, I'd thought that about a yr ago but know it for sure now because its starting these past several weeks to get in the way of common tool usage, sawing, drilling, etc, and I'm still on the same razor as when I began this, and it was two weeks to a month old then. I also use it to shave my pubes with, which is a new departure, I used to use two but what the hey, hot water and soap, itz all the same. I've been shaving down there ever since (30 yr's ago) my 11 yr old niece ... bragged to me about how she'd got rid of aunt Patty - who was "boring" - by a bit of sly sexual innunendo and seeming bafflement, confusion and inarticulateness, when more closely quizzed by the relevant parental bods.
This was 3 days after the fact. Guess who was babysitting her at that moment (I could show you the exact spot where my hair stood on end) and who was the other regular on-duty babysitter in house there, and the first two don't count, and you will see the predicament. Seemed to me time for a change in plan, aka, disguise, for something that might stand up in court under cross examination and direct physical examination by expert witnesses...
Same thing happened with the second wife, after 2 yr's with her and her k**s I called Ma up one day just out of bafflement, problems I could'nt solve or easily correct myself at all, and related to her some of the ongoing table talk at breakfast and dinner - I was the househusband, and that lot never ate better, more regularly or well, and cheaper too, nor lived in a cleaner house - between me and them three, herself aside privately in 'adult moments', and teenage c***dren also; and after 20 minutes of discourse, Q & A, she said "Get OUT! Get Out NOW!"
Mother was never a very moral or ethical person (HahaHahaHa...) but she was a very keen judge of human realities and worst case scenarios. At that moment .. hard to tell. Shifting realities. It was'nt a matter of possible judicial consequences I had, it was an immediate vision of myself strung up to a lightpole, lamp post, with a sign around my neck saying "the Indian did it" or "its all his fault", the stranger to all us fine folk here is the guilty one, and no recourse to "law" at all. It's happened before, many a time.
I was packed up and on the road to Oregon before she got home from work the next day. And these are the times of our lives.
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