Definitely not a collection of personal shots... of kids and nags even if the nags are worthy of a whole book on proper wild riding... and the saddest story ever woven in... but shit happens. No accounting for folk who don't get it: it is very very good for a child. To do it the real way.
Anyway that is an opinion and they are outlawed in thsi acedia ridden land. Facts only Stories. Images. Can i do it: show there has never been any old git more alive - today.... no matter what. And is that the RIGHT thing even to do?! And i have tried to consult the friendly actual friend snake oil guruesses called 'counsellors' whom counsel folk for cash.... and they know i am generous and have given so much, never mind my time, to them of late....
But o one seems to be able to wish to assist in a wonderfully simple no downside nor responsibility, question. I am sure as old as the hills. In other words this material is slightly 'alive'. Maybe there is some tension in the background. Some unfinished Odyssey.... one thing I know for certain i am not going to run through the finishing rope - that final rope...alone.
OOPs that sound a bit ehh... like some idiot may read something in to that. I walk away from all melodrama and angst always, and even try to 'save' lost sould utterly lost in their theoretically just fine life. Never mind the fact that saying " many lives i have lead, even unwittingly flew charters for African gunrunners.... i know the real world... you can always walk away though...even from the sad man 4 years ago who with his drugs was so nuts he was very very violent and nasty such that anyone else would have got him four years.... nope, pacifism is the greatest fait accompli ever when you have lived a decade understanding why...always....
all law - going to it... there is always another way. Obvious murderers on cctv and genuine sexual predators on cctv aside.... But the folk just need to know how....
Always...get over it. It was yesterday. Anyone who loves a child and understands what loving a child means, knows it means it is only ever about what next. A fine woman taught me that once.... indeed we lived it.
