@Smokin Joe I was invited to the birthday of my ex's oldest daughter. The "girl" just turned 45? Seems impossible,but there it was.
Anyway,I was sitting in a law chair between my ex and her mother (who told me back when her girls were teens that I was free to take either one of them with me anywhere I went because she knew they would be safe) ,and some dingbat shows up to ask my ex why she is sitting next to me and why was I invited. I started to pay attention when my ex fell into her "bitch voice" (a voice I know VERY well),and told that dingbat,"I have known him since I was 17 years old!",shutting that dingbat down.
Chances are her husband or a brother managed to piss me off back in the days when I was still drinking,and I had to correct him. AFAIK,I have never seen that woman before in my life,but I obviously left an impression on her.
Living on past glory may suck,but at least I HAD some glory at one time. Damn shame I can't remember any of it. Closest I can come is one time my work truck broke down maybe 20 miles from where the road crew I was working with were working,so I got out in hot sun to hitchhike to where they were so we could get it fixed. This was back in the pre-cell phone days.
So I am standing along the road hitchhiking,and a new custom van stops to pick me up. The guy driving it is a guy I knew on sight and as far as *I* know,we had never had a moment of trouble in the several years I had known him. Even dated his oldest sister a few times.
So I get it,and the guy tells me,"I didn't want to pick you up,but I was afraid you would rip the side of my new van off if I didn't."
So I just growled at him and told him where to take me.
Sometimes it works out,and sometimes it doesn't. To this day I have no idea what he was mad about.
