True Story©... Dead Man Walking
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As the two of you well know, my dumb ass thought I was told I had 24 hours to live one time last month. As you may or not have observed in these here pages over the past several years, I took this information and made a simple misunderstanding into an absofuckinglute PROBLEM for a bunch of people. The vessel of the worst of those problems, naturally, being myself. It stands to reason that NOT having only a day to live is actually a pretty good thing, y’all. I can thank my now-21-month commitment to my health and fitness. My doctors are actually kind of wowed at my laser focus and refusal to chill out on my regimen. Needless to say, I **should** have more than 24 hours left on this spinning rock. … but there is some fallout from my actions and that is an absolute problem, because I have ABSOLUTELY burned some bridges here in a city that I cannot afford to leave. One thing I never do is sit around wondering where my exes are living or what they are up to. What I do know is