The old (if he is) ****'s a fraud. I remember many were feeling sorry for him, except me . I called shenanigans on that.
Well, the sparkling husband primitive is no spring chicken, but one has to remember he has "friends," business associates of his.
I'm always really careful to not step over boundaries on him, saying only nice things about the sparkling husband primitive, because I don't want to see Slash-face Sal or Leg-breaker Luigi coming to the Sandhills of Nebraska, looking for me.
The sparkling husband primitive is a Tragedy one oftentimes finds on Skins's island.
The sparkling husband primitive was born to be, fated to be, destined to be, something else, but no, the sparkling husband primitive didn't want to be that, and so chose to be something else.
If one follows one's God-given natural inclinations--the healthy ones--one cannot help but to thrive, flourish, and prosper. But if one goes against those natural inclinations, choosing instead to be base and selfish, one's life ends up being a screwed-up mess.
Just as with Chief S itting Bull, the bird-smacking stoned red-faced primitive who, if he'd accepted that he was destined to work in a textile factory in New Hampshire, would be sitting pretty now, what with a six-figure 401K plan and a generous pension, instead of being the loser he is.
The sparkling husband primitive was in the U.S. Navy 1965-1967, and then for some silly reason got out.
I dunno why he left; the sparkling husband primitive was created for the U.S. Navy, and the U.S. Navy was created for the sparkling husband primitive. If he'd stuck it out, I have no doubt he'd be a fleet commander by now.
One shouldn't go against one's natural talents, and try to become something one can never be.
It always ends badly.
