You have one up on me....I'm not retired. ?
I'm trying not to b
man, truck driving is like the james bond of gigs
i got paid to haul million dollar, singular totes of opioids- yeah... me... a felon....
to places i had never been, with chix i had never banged... yet...
i love driving, more than breathing and ain't talkin bout gridlocked metropolises. I'm talkin freedom.
go make another dope delivery, which i had trained for, as a kid... to somewhere awesome i had never been... drink in a pool for a couple hours, with my best friend... or in a bar, swingers club, or beautiful piece of land.... tie one on... and if i couldn't find one... one could allegedly b hired, every single time one left, or returned to a terminal... take care of biz, pass out and do it all over, again. and... they paid me to do this. u think i ever wanted to b retired, at 35?! i still hadn't so much as caught a case of krabs and i was hoping my junk would fall off... apparently. so- I'm trying to get back in the game. my lovely g, used to follow us out n party like a rockstar... help choose the ladies, for other drivers. i miss it, man. i miss it. ur one up, on me. i never wanted to b on the dole. fuck... my crazy is so bad, they almost disconnected my pension, last month because the phone n mail, are on the list of: freak me out and xm radio... capitalizes on this because i couldn't make a fucking phone call to say
-sc
oh... 6mo is up... let's not play the game... gimme the 6mo promo $30 vs the annual, $120
no doubt, the lovely g, is pleased as punch.
