True Story©… Is this thing on?
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I’m a middle child… When that is brought up in certain company, “but you’re a twin” is a response, but I am the oldest twin in birth order out of three of us total. I am a middle child and that is absolutely a thing whether accepted or not. I say all that to say that I am pretty damn used to people forgetting to pay attention to me. Not to cry into my beer over or anything, as it is 7:30am and work starts in a few minutes. My wife has grown scared of introducing me to the uninitiated… “Why?” I hear you asking. Because I have grown SO accustomed to people either not listening to what I am saying, or even still not taking any of it seriously when they have listened that I tend to blurt things out as if I have automatically inferred that they won’t be listening – or worse still, I will say some wild shit to test them. Not necessarily to troll people or anything, but really just to entertain myself in this fucked up world. I will never forget when s