That’s exactly why I cannot fail.

I’m sure it could be a discussion. Feel free to start one at any time

My goal is to get older and continue supporting the youth.

Yeah, it probably does. The more the place relies on deep fryers, the more stank in the air.

Only if you’re lucky!

Even when I was FOH, I still brought the stank home.

Now that you mention it, I’m even more excited to experience the living goo in a shell phase!

And I probably wouldn’t get most of the references because that’s about when I quit paying attention.

Miscarriage?

I’d come back as a butterfly.

Nobody ever suspects the butterflies!

I don’t even know how to find out what prostitutes charge in my own area.

Googling it would be much easier.

This might be a bigger variable than anyone thinks.

When I worked in a kitchen and came home smelling of old fries, I couldn’t go to bed feeling like that.

ALWAYS make sure autocorrect didn’t change it from bath water to birth water before you confirm your order.

I rarely have anything worth creating a post for, but I’m consistently commenting.

War. War never changes.

Which is exactly what someone with depression would say. Clinical Depression doesn’t bother to tell you that it’s a special kind of sadness.

Besides, It’s a lot easier to fix your body’s chemistry than it is to fix your whole life, so why not start small?

This could just be depression.

I don’t think it will shock anybody to learn it was a free all day Bluegrass show.

What do we count as “don’t remember”?

I get that we can’t remember every detail of everything that’s ever happened, but generally, I can remember what a typical day was like for pretty much every year I was alive (not counting the first few). A lot of those memories are repetitive or dull, so we kind of bunch them all together, but even things I’ve forgotten, if some one says remember when… I’ll typically be able to recall some bits of the story.

My wife on the other hand literally couldn’t tell you who most of her grade school teachers were because she’s trauma blocked most of her childhood.

Kindergarten teacher shows up for the first day of school:

“I’m in the wrong room!”