re: LNST® - TGIF

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Long ago, someone (who will remain unnamed, bastard) told me I was like Socrates crossed with Conan the barbarian.

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more like Ernest Hemingway meets Ernest P. Worrell

The gods were cruel that hung a man’s weakness between his legs and placed a woman’s strength between hers.

Slinger, hope you and yours are well brother.

Haha big bush bizzle

You still slayin' an' flayin'?

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Let’s get togethe for a book of the dark side of military contracting and the men who have hoisted the black flag and spit on their hands

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Man, I am a whore. You want to write something, i’m Down. The stories that you have, with a bit of polishing, deserve to be told.

Dedicate it to your bro, or those that have sacrificed, or whoever.

The thing about stories...if they don’t get told, they die in the dirt with us.

It doesn’t matter if a single person reads it. What matters is it gets written. That it exists.

That’s why we have a history and others don’t. It was told. Written down. Preserved.

And we need that. Because one day all this dies. It all goes poof. And everything not saved will die with it. A new dark ages

I'm sitting here starving. Don't know what I want.

I don’t “work” anymore. Just dealing with a hundred head of red brangus now.

Drinking a good bit of Wolfburn and enjoying life.

You aren’t starving. You haven’t seen starving. You aren’t even hungry.

When this cold snap happened, and I had nothing else to do, I took the opportunity to hunker down in a makeshift shelter. Felt the cold and tried to escape it. Felt the chill in my bones and soaked up a tiny fraction of what my precursors felt, huddled in frozen, muddy trenches in Europe. With death and gas and earth all around them.

Dirty and disheveled and discombobulated from the hell of war.

We live in the halcyon days now.

Just saying, I’ve got stories.

And the few times I’ve went to head shrinkers they looked at me like they neeeed to curl up in a corner after I talked for a while.

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You guys need to lay off the cocaine.

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St. Tammany Parish Prison awaits.