A funny thing happened on my way into life. I am either a zombie or a robot awaiting instructions to feel good or not, to be aggressive or not, or to do something interesting or not. I shall not surrender unto such waste of words nor will I reincarnate into a sphere rags and bones dragging a foot, or a dependent tin can full rusty parts controlled by some intellect powered by batteries from the defunct Radio Shack. I feel if reincarnated that I should be have a capacity to make sound decisions, feel good, and to control not be controlled. In stead of voiding any competency that I may accommodate, I shall step out into this world and await the coming of my ship to yunderland.
Published by James Argroves
Retired military-tours of 8 years Army, 12 years Navy- followed by Government contract work in the Tech/Engineering field, followed by over-the-road owner/operator semi service. Fully retired in 2007, cancer 2009 and following treatments 8.8 years clear. View all posts by James Argroves