Now I'm keeping to my diet and drinking lots of red wine. I don't want any criticizing of my life saving red wine. I'd rather be sloshed than dead.
It might help people in their seventies to respect me more if they took into account my extra years from being reincarnated. I'm really 20 years older than they are. I'm a reincarnated middle-aged musician from the early 1960's. At the time I was in my forties, but the blond Sandra Dee's in bikinis still wanted me to play my guitar at their beach parties. They'd come to visit my shack on the beach and be frantically greeted by my pet goat Pete, running and jumping up and down the length of the clothesline - to which his collar was firmly affixed by a shiny metal chain. They'd hang around to watch me practice the ukulele. I'd sing to them about how I wanted to knock them out and throw them to the sharks. One thing would lead to another, and, well, you know the story. Gosh, it feels so real that I just know that it must be true.
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