Staind.

It’s been a while since I could stand on my own two feet.

That’s the lyrics that hits like a motherfucking ton.

It’s been a fight.

First I was as fucked as fucked gets. I had hurt my back and my hip. I’ve told this story, the whole doing a miracle on myself. Changing my skeleton internally for over a year.

There is no way to explain the pain I was in.

It was inhuman, and I survived that inhuman pain. 

Now, I’m 50. I’ve slowed down because I couldn’t keep the pace up.

Getting old has its advantages.

You have to live the years to gain the experience. 

I’ve seen shit on LinkedIn that I have been doing for more than 20 years, and I figured everyone knew.

These ass clowns are bragging that they figured this shit out.

Like the morons they truly are.

Getting old has its advantages. 

For more than ten years, I had no job. The first part of that was that I was a house spouse.  Then I took care of my dad.

Then I moved to be closer to my son. 

Now, I’m working at Walmart,  the shittiest place I’ve ever worked.

I don’t shop at Walmart,  haven’t in years.

Shitty management is responsible, and it goes higher than the store.

No one I work with knows I gave a blog.

I work with a few decent people,  but for the most part,  these people are useless sacks of shit and i clean the toilets. 

I’m a janitor.

Standing on my own two feet, people really have no idea how intelligent I am.

This is going to get good.

For me, it will all be good, for others, well fuck ’em.