wake up dumb, dumb all day. Some of us should probably just go back to bed.
Unapologetically conservative, protective, creative, empath, son, grandson, cousin, brother to a few sisters and a brother, nephew to a hero, husband, father, grandfather, dog magnet, soon to be multi-millionaire, living in a camper down by the river, or beach, or mountain, or maybe all of the above. Someday soon you’ll only find me kicking back pickin’ out a tune on my Andrew White Freja with the beveled top.
God bless everyone, especially those who would call me thine enemy.