Remember the drawing above from when I originally posted it here? I love it 'cause it reminds me of the kind of shit I drew back in junior high making the letters look all 3-D and shit...it was so the style of the 70s...they used this on TV promos and commercials and stuff to make shit seem more dynamic and "NOW!" Yes Mrs. Morin, I used the word shit three times in that long-ass sentence, what of it? I probably discreetly doodled shit like this in your class in 1977 listening to you prattle on about past participles and gerund clauses or some such, well, shit.
Well that post was from early 2024 when I was dreaming about the countdown to my real, ie. paid retirement. Now that we've passed the first week in June of '25, we've started the final year of that countdown since, according to the Social Security website, I'll be able to draw my first paycheck on June 10th, 2026.
So only one more year of self-funding via my IRA. Then it's John Q. Public, American Taxpayer puttin' Great Value spaghetti on my table and an aluminum roof just maybe only eight to ten feet above my head. Ah, the life of luxury it ain't, but it ain't workin' 'till I drop either...because that true "final year" will eventually come for me, as it does all of us, and hell when it does if I'm going to be behind a counter asking "Would you like fries with that?"