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     Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don’t, and a day without sunshine is like, you know, night. Never put off till tomorrow what you can ignore entirely. Time is the best teacher; unfortunately, it kills all its students. Two wrongs don’t make a right,   but three lefts do.

     While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position. You can fool some of the people some of the time, and that is sufficient. Under capitalism, man exploits man; under communism, the opposite applies. And, you know, while I’m being profound, the next war will determine not what is right, but what is left. Finally, I’d rather have a bottle in front o’ me than a frontal lobotomy.

     Now that the intro is out of the w…

     Those who live by the sword get shot by those who don’t, and a day without sunshine is like, you know, night. Never put off till tomorrow what you can ignore entirely. Time is the best teacher; unfortunately, it kills all its students. Two wrongs don’t make a right,   but three lefts do.

     While money doesn’t buy love, it puts you in a great bargaining position. You can fool some of the people some of the time, and that is sufficient. Under capitalism, man exploits man; under communism, the opposite applies. And, you know, while I’m being profound, the next war will determine not what is right, but what is left. Finally, I’d rather have a bottle in front o’ me than a frontal lobotomy.

     Now that the intro is out of the way…

     Let’s see, I play the guitar, listen to bit of music, and I write and edit daily(not one to toot my own horn, but published, mind you… ) I roast my own coffee(yes, roast). My current favorite is a fine full-bodied Kenya AA, and once upon a time I brewed my own beer, all-grain, and I’m told I was quite good at it .

     I’ll talk to anyone, excepting the narrow-minded, racists and boneheads who lurk the ‘Net…(I’m not saying that I’m better than them or anything, but I’d simply rather not talk to them…)

    And happiness can’t buy you money. A penny for your thoughts; Twenty bucks to act them out.

    And sorry that I don’t have a lame come-on, ladies… it just ain’t me…