How I like to spend Saturdays

Most guys my age talk about their kids or grandkids. I’m still too busy being my only child and playing with my toys. No, I would rather NOT be golfing.


About Marcus

Who me? Introverted, neurotic, self-absorbed, increasingly cynical observer of human nature and part time social critic in hiding. Most of my life spent avoiding growing up. The naive idealistic passions of youth have evolved into the eclectic eccentricities of adulthood. Northeast Florida small-town native, related to people I can't relate to. Simultaneously my own best friend and worst enemy. Politically and spiritually unaffiliated, my personal ideologies put me all over the map or off it completely.
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7 Responses to How I like to spend Saturdays

  1. castlelady says:

    Great picture. I love the color of your car. What did you win?

  2. dearest_b says:

    No love, golfing would be crap compared to your big shiny red car!

  3. papoose says:

    where’s your big shiny red dog?

  4. cynjja_galt says:

    Wow, that is a beauty! I am away camping and I had it up on my screen and some little boy came over and was totally taken with your car! He even dragged his dad’s buddy over to look at it. I could hardly understand him, but he was going on about how it was the Duke’s car. Hahah we had to explain that the Duke’s had a Dodge Charger. He gave me a huge hug and he kept pointing at your car, so excited. I just thought I would tell you. You may have put a sweet young man on the road to motorhead-dom. Which is totally cool as far as I’m concerned. Enjoy your weekend.

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