A few years ago, when I was still young and vibrant, people used to call me Sick Boy. (Never mind why.) I've used that nickname myself a couple of times here on SUPERBLOG!!, but I never thought it was entirely accurate. I've always preferred to think of myself as Nice Guy, like Dad used to call me (bless his deluded soul).
Today, for various reasons, I finally had to face facts. I don't know why I resisted it. It feels like coming home.
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Are you a junkie? Tell me all about it.
No, because I don't live in or around Chicago and burbs. Unlike some people...
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