I retard. One year later.
I’ve been retired for a year now. I can honestly say the only thing I miss from my working days is that exquisite feeling you get when you realize it’s Friday and the weekend is here.
I lose track of what day it is. It doesn’t matter. They’re all great.
I’m busier than a one-armed drummer. It’s cliche, but I don’t know how I ever had time to work before.
It’s hard, but I don’t pay nearly as much attention to politics anymore. It’s depressing, and I don’t want to invite that shit into my life at this point.
Life is good, even if my country is about to blow apart at the seams.
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