Shot day again. I'm about to get burned out with getting these damned shots every week. In fact, I'm getting burned out with a lot of things, but mostly people. No, not you. It's the insincere ones that'll tell you anything to keep you strung out. One would think after all these years I would know better than to get involved with such nonsense. But no, gullible old Ken just keeps asking for it, and the purveyors of hypocrisy just keep on shoveling.What am I going to do about perpetually having sand kicked in my face? Probably nothing. Actually, it does hurt some, but I've learned to live with pain, mental and physical, although I don't always understand why I was chosen for the honor. Even when I look in the mirror, the fellow looking back at me will shake his head and quickly avert his eyes. He doesn't want to shame me, I guess.
Anyway, that's enough about me. How are you doing?
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