Living the good life.

Twenty years, I don't have to visit the graveyard, your never there. Living the good life was living in Ruby Bay walking Jess the adorable old dog for you. Sibling and inlaw drugs and alcohol was the good life for youse. A full day up at dawn working the land, lots of money in the hand, houses and possessions what some call the good life. Company, meager things, making do with not much but happy the best travel for a few souls, those hard yards, those true actions and feelings. The rods in the back, the battle scars, badges of honor. What ever you consider to be the most important thing to tick off the bucket list. I hope you are all living the good life, one with a little spark, a little pitter patter, some little deeper decisions, some not so harsh backlash. Backgrounds are only a hurdle considering, considering who I choose to be, just because I am only me. Live in the good life, love endlessly. And take care of yourself.