Looking back it seems I was destined to struggle. Keep getting put down, keep comming back. Each time I think this is the end, time
"Young was I once, I walked alone, and bewildered seemed in the way; then I found me another and rich I thought me, for man
I'm only one more of the many many men who got shafted out of his property and finances and gang-raped out of seeing his children
Just some crotchety old bastard, semi retired
Currently on extended vacation from the rat race.
Like the outdoors/camping/fishing/hunting/rifles etc/pissing on trees
