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Talking to the Dog....

Pet the puppy, loose a finger.

22 December 1952
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Nothing of consequence really. I eat rat poison to stay alive.

I got a 2005 Ural Gear Up sidecar motorcycle rig and am loving the hell out of it.

Born in Brooklyn, NY before the Dodgers ran out on us. I no longer have the accent unless I want to or am tired or angry.

I like food. Food likes me.

Other stuff...
"The Boy" is my son who is almost 20, and is still an amazing young man. He is in school in Phoenix and I miss him. I also have 3 gorgeous daughters that have adopted me as their 'dad'.

Someday I will have another dog and perhaps a cat, but not yet.