I have a twenty year old truck and a car that my sister basically gave to me. I'll drive that Ford truck into the ground and maybe take the Nissan out on date night.
It doesn't mean shit to me until it comes time to renew the tags and insurance. I'm fairly simple now, but life used to be more f'd up when I had a Mustang and a Vette
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I'm not sure if I miss that life or I'm just out of control because I miss it.
It's hard to take a step back and relax. I never had children of my own but I love me some kids. They are the moving point for me. Wide eyes and little smiles just melt me. I'm an old fuck so I can't do all the same things I did before, but I want them to experience all the opportunities I had and not fuck it up like I did
It's just hard to get past their parents. I know a couple little guys and girls who definitely have learning disabilities but I try my hardest to help them when I can and they are the most excellent people I could ever sit down with.
They don't have an agenda. They just want to have fun and that's what I'm all about, even though it gets me into trouble with mom and dad. Uncle Jacy is sometimes a thorn in their side but I don't care. I'll give until it hurts.
I don't expect to die with an inheritance. Enough to put me in the box and away they roll. I'm just happy to experience the life that I'm just finding now and want it to be special for others when I check out. I did some pretty bad shit when I was young and I don't want to prolong that vibe.
I see it in a lot of the youngsters these days and always try to steer them clear.
wether it helps or not is another story but all I can do is try.