Wiffle biffle

I've been thinking about writing a personal journal of my ghetto life. A state funded autobiography for when I'm rich and famous so that people can read it and go "wow this guy had it tough". Kind of like this one:

A delightful children's novel filled with good clean fun. My favorite character is Fregley.

Except that, I don't really have it tough. I find that most of the major problems I have were created or exacerbated to the exalted rank of Major by myself.
You know what they say, "Enemy own your are worst you Chevrolet Escalon"

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No, don't even think about it. I am not copy pasting this blog straight into a published hardcover.
Unless I was paid enough.....