1745 Big Balls.


I don’t know if anyone will catch the Pee Wee’s big adventure reference, but if you do, yes that’s what it is. I’ve actually used it more than one I think. Whenever someone say something about being a loner or rebel I think of that scene.

My bad foot has been bothering me for the last few days. I’m not sure why. I expect it’s what I’m eating. Food that doesn’t irritate my problems is so much harder to make than something from a can… It all requires time and effort I don’t have to expend on something as trivial as my health. Vegetables don’t keep for shit and I can’t just go get them whenever I like. It’s not like I don’t like them either. I will happily eat a pile of onions, peppers, and zucchini as long as there’s a little sauce on it. In fact my favorite foods are basically just those things. A little chicken in the mix is fine, or beef, but not mandatory. Anyway, eventually all of this poor living is going to catch up to me and kill me. I’ve only gotten by this long because I’ve never drank alcohol or done drugs, but there’s a limit to what a body can handle even if you don’t actively throw things at your liver it doesn’t enjoy.