It could'a been a good day . . .

I know I said I'd get more in detail about my past and some of the crappy things that have occurred. But it is too beautiful a day to ruin thinking about sad and unhappy events.

The days this past week have been warm. Almost hot, but with a comfortable breeze. My lunchtime walks have been ok because of the breeze. I'm what people used to call fat people big-boned. But truth be told, I'm 200 pounds of muscle with 5o pounds of padding. It doesn't look right, which is why I surprise people when I can move with a quickness not typically reserved for big-boned people. I know how to move my frame around. I'm 5 foot six and I can intimidate, if there is a call for it. Otherwise, I'm the cuddly teddy bear who wouldn't hurt a fly.

In my thirty-one years, I've had to learn what make people tick. Give me an hour with you and I'll know what kind of person you are and can be. All my life I've been the spectator and I can read plays better than the players making them. I know when to back down, I also know how far I can push something or somebody. Like in Fight Club, I'm always sizing things up. I know my limits and how far to push them without breaking.

I know I make it sound like I'm all cock'n'balls, but I'm not. I truly enjoy making people happy. But in my opinion, you've always gotta be ready. Even with friends.

GD