Is that tom cruise on top?
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Chance favors the prepared mind. - Louis Pasteur
That’s kind of been my life’s philosophy. For me, however, it was a different take. Pasteur was a serious guy, a real scientist. He prepared by knowing things. I always prepared by what I consider “paying attention” - being observant and noticing what’s floating past me, what opportunities are presenting themselves. You grab the good ones, being aware that there aren’t all that many of them that present themselves. Don’t pay too much attention to the future or the past. This moment is all we have so we’d better damn well make good use of it. Luckily, that philosophy and course of action have served me well.
Oh ya
The old man with the mini RV at Chatsworth Park had sheets an sold them to almost anyone
Young or old
Then we would go to the Manson caves above the park or train tunnels an ya have a f blast
Say 1988 was when I first meet him
Fun Fact: It’s just the outer casing that can pass through our digestive track. So it’s shit filled kernels yo!
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My favorite poem. It’s best when recited in my father’s voice. Thank you, pop. 
The Jabberwocky, Lewis Carroll
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
“Beware the Jabberwock, my son!
The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!
Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun
The frumious Bandersnatch!”
He took his vorpal sword in hand:
Long time the manxome foe he sought—
So rested he by the Tumtum tree,
And stood awhile in thought.
And as in uffish thought he stood,
The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,
Came whiffling through the tulgey wood,
And burbled as it came!
One, two! One, two! And through and through
The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!
He left it dead, and with its head
He went galumphing back.
“And hast thou slain the Jabberwock?
Come to my arms, my beamish boy!
O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!”
He chortled in his joy.
'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves
Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;
All mimsy were the borogoves,
And the mome raths outgrabe.
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