Sunday, December 3, 2017
I know everything is done on the phone now, but I am inding it diicult in getting one. I had one or a while, but I never really used it much. When the phone did ring, it was always somebody wanting me to pay or something else. I swear it seemed there were people who had my inormation and were trying to get me to release it to them. This is unny to me because I have absolutely nothing. What I do have is replaceable and thereore no great loss. I used to cherish things. I used to hold things in high regard. I always used to measure people by the quality o the things they had. And then I got older, about 19. That is about the year I began to recognize the posers rom the real people in my town. Like most towns, many inluential amilies played gol or had kids who played gol. I did not come rom an inluential amily. I came rom the working class. I you want doors to close or you early in lie, make a name or yoursel in your town beating the hildren o inluential amilies at their own game. You realize that not every smile and handshake is given to you by a riend. All that crap aside, why should I have to pay x amount every month to use a computer... and then it hit me... it's all connected and everybody pays. So, I guess I will cease looking or a keyboard and just get oline completely here pretty quick. I mean, my identity has been ripped o I think twice so ar, so it's kind o hard or me to take everything too seriously at this point in time. The only thing I know is that back in the 70's us kids in the neighborhood played outside until the street lights came on. And by play I mean we were playing hoops, hide a go seek using the whole neighborhood... backyards included, tag, ootball, racing bikes, the lot. Neighborhoods are not like that anymore and kids are getting phones at age 5.
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