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I quit today.
I was a candy ass. A complete fucking wishy washy little bitch. Feeling sorry for myself. Always looking for a reason to drink this or eat that or stuff poison in my mouth. The boys and I spend a lot of time in Vermont. Being it's so hot we spend a lot of that time in a river. There's this one spot in Stowe that got these nice river stones. We'll build up a solid rock wall and create a jet and the boys will boogie board through it for hours. Good shit. I love taking a second before we leave to take look behind me, see what we built. Totally changed the river. There's a deep swimming hole. There's current. Other kids dig what we're doing and start building it up as well. Makes me feel good to see folks have good fun. We come back a week later and its totally different. A big rain might wash that wall down river. Some kid might think he can build it better and tear it down to start over. Its always different when I come back. I can usually find a few stones that I placed the week before. I knew I placed those right. I'm finally at a place where when I turn around, I feel good about seeing the stones I placed. I own the things I've done. And the things I haven't. Sometimes nature fucks with you. Sometimes other folk do as well. That's going to happen. Nothing you can do about it but place the stones where you think they belong and believe you're doing the right thing.