I realize as I travel to see old friends I find myself looking up words like wends. Some old friends appear and others remain at a distance, while others stay in far off places like France. The void is filled with new stories and experiences, while food and drink make their lovely appearances. I can see that I’m learning more as each day passes and forgetting things like always chasing asses. I make phone calls and send texts, sometimes just looking for sex . I stay single always ready to mingle. The life of a traveler, a foodie, and an alcoholic or maybe you might consider me hyperbolic. A good life filled with things to do as we talk about Democrats, Republicans and stir the pot full of political spew. I am happy to have been to the places I know, but I still have so much room to grow. I spread my love, and message of joy… for a man that is all work you will find difficult to enjoy.