Just bullshit alone

I was just painting and kinda wanted to talk. And also remember my freind

Southern style porch . Memories

I just kinda talking about my grandma who went on to to live in heaven

We was bullshiting and My wife Marci had a good idea to do a podcast about this. It was effing fun.

Im still flying solo, doing some bitching about bitchers. And just tryin to randomly talk to the void. The beer helps

Pretty much phone talk with my childhood friend living in Navajo nation. Drinking alcohol and talkin a bunch. We stayed friends all these years. I guess nobody hears us so we hear each other .

I talked with one of my childhood friends over the phone. He resides in New Mexico, we often catch up, talk old stories, opinions on current events. And sound like crazed humans probably. Drinking and shooting at the wind. I would say that we just talk like we were at a backyard BBQ.

Me and a homie. Talking shit about shit

Bored again