On second thought...

Maybe I was always a cynical prick.  Or it began at an early age, at the very least. Age 9 here...

(Bad image quality, but it's 25 years old and written in pencil.  What are you gonna do?)

If I were a snowflake, I would lead a painful life. First, in a snowstorm, I would go plop, flat. On my face. Then these stupid kids would roll me around & that would be uncomfortable. Finally I would turn into water & go back into the clouds to have it happen all again.

So you see, I don't want to be a snowflake.

Joseph Tigue (Blogger's note - Don't bother. Haven't had that last name since many years ago.)

Say what you will though. That was a pretty damned logical paragraph. And I'm pretty sure I still don't want to be a snowflake. We won't even get into the dogs pissing and sodium chloride and such.

Visual Proof

As I wander through the months and years, it seems that everything is overrated and everyone is full of shit, at least 99% of the time.  So sometimes it's tempting to think that I've been a grumpy and cynical dude since birth.  This is not true though.  There was a time when I didn't know any better.  Honestly.

I made a trip down to my old apartment in Taylor this evening.  I have to get everything out of there by the end of the month and the days seem to fly by lately, so I'm trying not to let the 31st sneak up on me too quickly.  I bring back a few things and throw away a bunch of things whenever I have the time and motivation to drive down there.

Buried deep in my bedroom closet, beneath my baseball gear, I found a stack of papers and pictures and other such things that I didn't even know existed.  The archivists at Fenian Godfather Inc. will have to take some time and review the discovery, but I have one picture that can get things started tonight.  Visual proof that I wasn't always a grumpy SOB.  Just look at that smile...