Unfinished Stories

The brain loves unfinished stories.

They age like wine.

But the older you get, the easier it gets to just simply forget about them.

I admit getting older was more fun than anyone told me.

I wish I was older, back when I was surrounded by, you know, insufficient idiots. None of those pathetic thugs were worth any attention.

But then, you are younger, and you have more trust in people.

The new tv shows

Was watching the new American tv shows, with family.

Frankly, we just didn’t, like, it. None of us.

It has gone worse.

they see all these British, Irish, South African, Aussie, and Kiwi shows, and still make these.

You’re killing me, was the new tv show. Couldn’t go beyond 20 minutes. Less, even.

Canadians are not making decent ones, either.