Where's the bar?

I keep forgetting to bring my NYY license plate to the car. I want people to know that when they see me they know I'm a Yankee fan.

Still getting used to Florida but today was awesome I took Bucky to the beach. Every weekend from 3pm to 9pm Dania beach turns into a doggie park. I didn't let Bucky go into the water but we're planning on going back tomorrow if the weather permits and we're definitely going in the water lol.

My mother asked today if I was a Republican. I laughed and said HELL NO. I don't belong to any group. Politicians are all liars. They trick voters by making all these claims and promises and when they get elected it's like nothing was ever said or promised. I'm so tired of government and politics. It's really disheartening and kinda depressing. I love what this country used to stand for. Anyone could come here and make something of themselves. Poor kids in 3rd world countries have little or no opportunity to move up in the world whereas here in the US any one from any ghetto, with hard work and determination can become something. We used to hear about stories like that all the time when I was growing up. Now? Not so much anymore. Or maybe the stories have changed. I don't know. Sometimes I think Canada looks mighty fine to live in. Yes, they tax the hell out of you but for some reason they all seem to get along. Except for those damn pesky French Canadians. lol.

I keep getting my head pulled back into my old circle of friends. Damn you Facebook. People that I've stopped speaking to. But inevitably you remain friends with one or two that are still linked to the old "crew" and you have to see pictures and hear stories about them. Part of me keeps 'em on my friends list because the 13yr old boy inside my head wants them to see that no dammit you lost out on someone really good. I guess I have a masochistic side to me. RJ says I should delete them, "out of sight, out of mind." but I can't not yet. Not til they see that this motherfucker has become something. I guess I feel I have to prove myself to ghosts that probably don't give me a second thought. Sad eh?

I need a shot of Jose Cuervo.