My dad wasn’t very nice most of the time, but he was a good man.
Many nice people that I’ve met through my life turned out not to be very good characters.
It takes years to figure out the true identities of the people that cross our path.
I just erased three paragraphs on racism, bitchy girls, fake news and evangelicals.
I was going nowhere with it…
We all have our moments of being dickheads and douchebags, but in general we are good people.
I guess I’m doing alright being an occasional assclown with a good heart.
It’s a rainy Saturday morning. The birds are singing through the raindrops. The grayness is blocking out any attempt at a glorious sunrise.
The weather might not be nice today, but it’s still gonna be a good day…
It’s a good day to drive to the hot dog stand with someone that you love and spill mustard on your shirt.
