It sucks when your life starts to resemble a bad country western song and you don't even own a dog, a gun, a truck or hang at the bar drinking tequila and picking fights (everyone knows I prefer white russians and dancing, but most also know to stop me fairly early on with the white russians to prevent more puking incidents - for that I thank my dear friends).
Gotta go, must keep looking for that silver lining people keep mentioning.
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