Life Can At Times Be good...

I sit here alone for a change - a welcome relief from an intense relationship, and not only happy, but a bit out of sorts.

My Rosie is in Atlanta, GA at a NARTS conference, and we are apart for all of five days. Because Rosie and I spend 24/7, it is a strange but welcome relief.

Rosie at times does not know what to do with a rascally old Coon. I love to drink, love to party, but the fact remains that I am an old dude. I have slowed down to a trickle, and the young girls just look good to me now. Wishful thinking?

So here I sit, high above the Beecher building, and tap away at more nonsensical shit. I am alone, loving it, and having impure thoughts about the girl that runs the store when Rosie is gone. I'd kinda like to see her naked...

Life is good...

Peace,

Charlie~