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| Totally forgot about 2003 in Colorado Springs until just now...first night there @ 02:00 w/Bluesy & I deeply asleep...Pounding at door awakened us. Standing at door I asked who is it? POLICE Was answer. My first thought was what the Truck had her mom done? I opened the door. Officer asked if we were from Okla. I said yes. He replied he received call from Okla. reporting our cabin as producing METH. He thanked us and left after smelling around. | |
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| I wrote this almost one and one-half years ago. And C.S. wrote his part even longer ago LOL. | |
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| C. S. Lewis: To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything & your heart will be wrung & possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies & little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable." | |
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| "Once excuses are obliterated truth can be proliferated. Monday's two years seven months by God sober for me. Nothing's keeping you from joining me sober except you. Simply stop thinking and simply quit. Simply comes down to how actually happy are you being simply this miserably miserable? Or you're going to die simply miserably miserable. It is what it is." | |
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