I used to live in walking distance from a national forest.

Next to a lake in that forest was a little patch of moss and tree cover that you could only reach by crossing a natural bridge made of downed trees. Less of an island and more of a ball of roots with enough moss to be soft to sit on.

As far as I know, I was the only person alive who knew about the spot. I’d spend whole days there enjoying the quiet.

Saiyaman Saga was Sick, if you’re sticking to DBZ.

https://youtu.be/TYezZ5pIT2A

Cases where one partner decided to pass on education or career advancement make alimony appropriate, I reckon.

Someone with minimal education and a large gap in their resume is going to have trouble getting back into the workforce.

I’ma keep it real with you homie…

The whole projected future of living in pods and eating bugs is a propaganda scare point from people who want to manipulate you for profit.

Any media that tries to present it as a real possibility should be held at arms length.

I was cutting slices out of an apple with a comically large Bowie knife.

My roommate said, “Hey, that looks pretty dangerous.”

I said, “Nah, bro, it’s perfectly safe.”

Somewhere around the middle of that sentence, the knife sliced through the apple and into my palm.

He had to drive me to the hospital for stitches.

I first learned how to drive on these old pickup trucks at a summer camp I worked for as a teenager.

The nice old fella who maintained the trucks (and who, not incidentally, taught me how to drive) said to do it that way and would get disappointed if you didn’t.

So, I guess it’s because I first learned it that way, but also because I don’t want to disappoint Alan (who may or may not be dead by now, I’m not sure.)