Ahhh the old La-Z-Boy

I figure it’s only fair for whoever may read this to lead off my first post with some sort of explanation…

Once upon a time I had a great little house w/a connected garage and two wonderfully comforatble yet hideous and worn out recliners. I thought this was a match made in heaven. And from time to time it truly was.

Now this neighborhood, although not fancy was not trashy, and the man writing this (can I call myself that yet? sometimes I wonder) although not fancy, is not really trashy as well.

So ignoring what might be proper for a nice family neighborhood like this, I upon many occasions chose to roll up the garage door, wheel out the ugly La-Z-Boys, find a buddy and scotch and enjoy the sheer act of relaxing and playing philosophers.

So although I may not have any scotch at the moment….. wait… this is an occaison to break out the Johnnie Walker Blue ($$$)…brb

..yeah, it’s worth it

as I was saying…at this moment I may not have buddies nearby or the recliners due to forceful separation, I do still have my mind, (what’s left of it) and my passions of thought and life and what it means to think about life and I will share it here for you, my readers.

-enjoy

~,~

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