thx guys
shame on all of you, make an old man all misty-eyed.
Acky is a compartementalized area of myself that I have difficulty accessing directly. It's a way for me to look at some of my memories without feeling the reprecussions of those thoughts.
Thing is.. I would go out for a drink -or used to, not so much any more, then play some pool, maybe have a few more drinks, and then hit that magical place where someone just has to ask whether its true what they heard had happened in Africa, to which I -stupid, stupid! ask what it is that they par chance have heard about me.
And then get to hear the most unbelievable [censored] you just cannot comprehend. The term 'epic facepalm' here is only valid if everyone in Africa
and Asia were to join in..
At which point I go into a rant, disspelling one wild story, and inadvertantly giving recall to another moment or past situation that then beomes sourse material for the next round of small town BS.
So that's how that gets around. I just hope to god those stories never make it onto here..