That isn’t something I wouldn’t be telling anybody even as a joke.
I would wager that I have literally spent more time sitting on my ass in Dive Bars than some people’s teenage kids have been alive.
I even tended a bar for a couple of years without getting paid for it. I would just have them clear off my bar tab every couple of weeks, it was a neighborhood bar basically across the street from where I lived and I crawled home out of that joint many a time.
Funny how I don’t miss any of that isn’t it?
“Funny how I don’t miss any of that isn’t it?”
Funny? No. It’s actually a good thing.
Maybe it’s because I’m an odd duck, but I *never* saw any point in drinking. I was an extremely severe asthmatic growing up, and I could not see the point in doing something that would impair my body and/or my mind. Just didn’t add up. Not preaching, YMMV, so I don’t get all high-and-mighty about others drinking. I just didn’t and still don’t think it’s a particularly good thing to do to yourself.
So, GOODS ON YA, Phil!
And the REST of all you miscreants here on the blog!
;P
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Who are you calling a miscreant? I am a certified asshole and proud of it. I am not the one who hosts at empty campgrounds for months… When I lived in the Selwood area on SE Milwaukie and SE Knight St I lived across from the Yukon Tavern I sometimes crawled across busy Milwaukie a few nights… after almost getting hit one early morning I stopped doing that. I was young, dumb and full of manly things.
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Yes, we were ALL Young & Stoopid – it’s a miracle we survived to hit the over-60 crowd!!
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Speak for yourself old friend.
I’m not quite there yet.
But only by a few years.
But, I sure was plenty stoopid and a terror in my youth
and, I’m amazed that I survived.
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Boy, ain’t that the truth… I really didn’t think I was gonna last my 50th birthday.
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I pretty much had a death wish in my 20s and early 30s. I totalled 29 rigs between the ages of 19 and 29 and that’s not counting all the motorcycle and other accidents I was in. I kept telling my family that I would be lucky to hit 30. Y’all wouldn’t believe all the shit I have survived.
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Just saying you are one of my “fav” blogs, and really you should write a book! Seriously
Your wit, humor, talent, honestly, way with words, experiences — winning combination
45FH (that’s how I’m signing now, get it?
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Yer gonna make me blush.
I’m what happens when you make a lot of bad choices and still manage to survive.
OK, so the 45 sounds like a Trump thing, the “F’ is maybe Forever but ya got me with the “H”.
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45 flathead 🙂
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Ahh. Thanks.
I didn’t have a clue as it came up as an anonymous poster.
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I hate ro. BE anonymous But living in the Bay Area makes you paranoid
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45 flat head
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Hey ,,,I am a proudly certified asshole too!! I’ll see ya at the meeting,,I sit right up front..
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In the mid 70’s I was on the Enterprise, which was home ported in Alameda, Calif. On main street was a dive bar called Pop’s Inn. Walk in the door it was about 30 ft long, 10 feet wide, full of smoke and had a 25 cent pool table in the back. Great place to grow up in.
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So did you play Chekov?
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I’d wager he played Bones. Spreading his charme.
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I can almost guarantee that my Dad was in that bar more than once.
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