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I'm not dead. As much as this might come as a suprise to those that know me best, I am infact, not dead, or abducted by aliens, or eaten by wild mutant Canadians.
My beloved mother, passed away this passed Febuary. She had not been in the nest pf health since her stroke two years ago, but her passing was still a pretty unwelcomed suprise. My mom was my rock, and my backbone. I'm still pretty messed up by the whole thing.
Since the funneral, I've done a bit of traveling. I've gone with my father and children to Ireland for a month to spread my mother's ashes, and to have a memorial over there with her family that couldn't make it to the states.
I also went to Germany for a while, and to Jamaica. The latter was just to relax and center myself. Now I've returned back to the depths of hell known as Canada.
I know I've been hard to get a hold of and I owe alot of people some phone calls. But its been pretty hard for me for a while.
So the enough with this mushy soft man stuff. I need to find some blow and Albanian hookers.
My beloved mother, passed away this passed Febuary. She had not been in the nest pf health since her stroke two years ago, but her passing was still a pretty unwelcomed suprise. My mom was my rock, and my backbone. I'm still pretty messed up by the whole thing.
Since the funneral, I've done a bit of traveling. I've gone with my father and children to Ireland for a month to spread my mother's ashes, and to have a memorial over there with her family that couldn't make it to the states.
I also went to Germany for a while, and to Jamaica. The latter was just to relax and center myself. Now I've returned back to the depths of hell known as Canada.
I know I've been hard to get a hold of and I owe alot of people some phone calls. But its been pretty hard for me for a while.
So the enough with this mushy soft man stuff. I need to find some blow and Albanian hookers.