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good post. I thought i was the only weirdo.
my wife catches me talking to myself. my imagination tends to run a little wild and i get carried away with it. usually happens around a lot of down time (driving long distances, walking the dogs, jogging, etc)
i have a feeling i'm going to be one of those old guys that walks down the street, talking to myself. you know, the kind of old guys I used to make fun of as a kid (karma's a bitch yo)
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Jaded, old fart is me.
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