02/01/2023
Now here's what grinds my gears. Even though the courtship between Peggy and I is progressing well, the fact is I must get 5 to 20 postings from floosies looking for a Sugar Daddy, or at least a Daddy. Why? and Why me?
I'm not rich, still trying to find a place to make home, that's not priced in the $3,000.00 a month range. Some place I can park my trucks, a place to hangar my choppers, and some place that when you make the deal, the jerk, involved, really holds it, meets with you, discusses the terms, and puts you in first, if he(or she) decides to sell it. Around here that ain't happening, and I scared that if I tell Peggy all of this she'll flee faster than a mouse.
Yet all these seatcovers, taunt me on social media. Hey I'm just a heavy truck radio jock, reassigned to civilian duty by the Marine Corps. And yet they want me. Again Why? That long nosed witch from Florida messed my crap up, more than I can say, at least most months once we got it in gear there, HazzardAyre Radio, was kicking butt to the tune of $12k a day. Not a month, not a year, every forking day.
I moved, crap went in the fan, and now I sit, trying and frying my brain as what to do next. Sure I had the best in Wyoming, but my finances were flowing along just nicely.
And you thought your world was a mess, want mine? To the floosies, it only takes two things to get me interested. Like Curly said on the movie, it's that 1(one) Thing.
