Why should you be anyone other than yourself. I had some appointments today, and I have to say, people are very judgemental. I don’t get out of the house a lot, when you’re 500 pounds plus and still have problems walking farther than a few hundred feet it’s hard to. But it never fails every time Sara and I go out people look at us with shock on their faces when we kiss.

Women’s reactions are always the most funny to see. First disbelief, followed by disgust, and then a look of wonder hits their eyes.

What you see ladies is class and chivalry. A man who refused to go for lesser women, or admittedly was shunned by the ones he went after, and remained true to himself.

I saw this on some new age site(like I said I try to read everything), I don’t change who I am for you. Either we vibe, or we don’t. That’s not to say I don’t try to accommodate people, but I can’t help being me. And I shouldn’t have to. If I’m not hurting anyone, why do you look at me like less than you.

I leave you with three things I saw on the way to my appointment. A three wheeled car, a topless grandma driver, and a person smoking a crack pipe behind the wheel of a car. This people is why I write.

And so I introduce you to Gladys. The three wheeled owning, crack pipe smoking, topless grandma.