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That sound about right for the subject of anything to do with all the bull$h¡† i crank out daily. Too much data, perfect lmao 🤣

I am thinking i should crash, burn, and walk away from my life down in southern ohio. Arrangements have already been made to abandon the house in two months, thats how bad of a condition she's run it into.

So i screenshotted the shit and made like 30 different things like this out of it already, thanks dgn.

i went to upload an image or something and my gallery on DGN was appearing like this on my phone lol...

Sounds like a good time.

Demolishing an Ulta Beauty store that I built sometime like 6 years ago maybe. I'm not sure, they all blur together after a while.

That, was mμ†hafμ¢k¡n' hilarious. No clue wtf you talkin' bout, but nonetheless, very well articulated, that's some random ass comedy gold 👍

32 ounce spray bottle of Windex, seriously.

There's so much material on my phone memory and sd card that its lockin up bull$hi† and keeps making the apps and the phone crash. Think I'm bout ta havta replace it to carry on with my digital doodling any further. This is the phone that i smashed using as a doorstop on a jobsite in Holland, MI the year before last lol. It was all i had to fall back on... It was a cold hard motherfμ¢ker of a winter down in Mothman country these past few months.

I could email you a high resolution copy of the image, take it in to one of them graphics or auto shops that make high quality wraps and have um print it out onto some o' that $h¡† and wrap the helmet with it. Idk, that the first thing that came to mind lol

The straight up nature of how life traveling and working on the road like i done this last 13 years has got a similar effect leaving memories a blur. If i was to make it long enough to succumb to Alzheimer's/dementia, Sure I'd drift off with vague notions of having had memories get melted and bleed in with random fragments of thoughts til not a damn thing makes sense. There'll be swear words muttered 24/7 and full time wandering aimlessly not knowing wtf it is goinf on at all. Idk wtf, honestly i lost my train of thought a just spent an hour typing and deleting random words and never recalled wtf it was.

Oversleeping on the last day of the job. At least by this time tomorrow I can GTFO of Chicago

A middle finger button. Lol, idk really I'm not as tech savvy as people think I am in real life. I think everything functions pretty well as is.

Sounds like a helluva good night. A day without blood is like a day without sunshine.

I cannot wait to get back home and register my Escalade. I got all the way down there and OH rejected the title, had to get the seller up here to have a new title printed then fill it out all over again. It's been a drawn out process.

Go back to putting these union carpenters to shame. They leave the jobsite emasculated at the end of every day.

I think I'd have a more successful time trying to communicate with a wet jigsaw puzzle or a concrete block tied to a dry rotted leather boot than i would trying to communicate with my 𝑤𝑖𝑓𝑒. Matter of fact I'm sure I can communicate better with this park bench I'm sitting on. It's already here, a captive audience, it's not like it can just put the phone down, walk away and not answer it. I think I should have a rich meaningful conversation with this bench in front of the hotel here until the police arrive to take me away for an involuntary 72 hour psychiatric hold. The bench agreed, told me it sounded like a great idea.

And not that I really care either. Give a fμ¢ks are running extra low this year. As well as give a $h¡†$ and overall give a damn in general lol.

Thanx, it's aight tho... Over this last winter, my ability to feel a damn thing 'bout it just kept fading away. Now I ain't feel sh¡† at all 'bout it other than feeling like I got my work cut out for me. And that it's gonna suck for my kids... Reckon I feel like this sh¡†s gon' get messy AF really fμ¢k¡n fast too lol.

I'll jus say that "I think" for continuity with the thread. But the fact is that "I know" that I'm just hours to days away from breaking the final seal and thus ushering the Fourth Horseman Of Divorce into my ruined empire riding upon a pale horse. The pale rider will spread death to whatever's left remaing in my marriage that's not dead already. And my wife can kiss my pale white ass at the same time... Actually, you know what? I think I'll do it later on today. What do you think? (That was rhetorical, I don't care what you think... My bad I do care, it's just that I was trying to do a bit out of it... lol )

About to continue with what so far's been a successful, profitable return from out of retirement. I only just been back out on the road for the last month and already bought an Escalade out in Chicago with a big fat fμ¢k¡n'stack of cash. Whole hella' lotta blue faced hunnids.

About to not be sure what time of day it is whilst rapidly shifting work days to nights and around the clock. May go lay down til it's time to leave for Schaumburg tonight, see if I can get back in that dream where I kept lifting my hand up tryin' to push either a light switch or a freight elevator call button that turnt out to not exist at all. Dead giveaway was my hand going thru the switch as if it was air, well that and the fact that I was laying in bed looking at the hotel ceiling after blinking my eyes lol.