No such thing but success, blessed!

Do you count the days, maybe coming up with new ways anyways to sway and stay, or do you say “Hay is for horsies” in more morse code beeping instead of buzzing that bumblebee’s collect pollen but sullen when it’s raining away the chores of the day coming up like the moon-lit sun on “Fire and Ice” the Beantown restaurant, everyone’s desire their attire on which they've splurged, to they gorge on delectable treats with the sweets for the ending, or maybe your hunnybunny sitting across the solid table in front of you, calling one another “Boo” like baby this and baby that take your magic hat and sit on a tack, scrunching them temperature-controlled buttocks in luxury cars have “wheel locks” heating a couple buns in the warmer seats for wintertime, with snow tires I always use, I say “The road is mine!” Because I’ve never crashed or had a fender-bender with Blizzak snow tires, I highly recommend for the incliment weather of the winter in our North-East climate

Unbekempt toolshed harnessing power tools with Tim The Tool-Man Taylor on TV where Gilligan was a scrawny sailor, and with Mary Anne on the show, I’d bang her, but not with a hammer in the toolshed, grooming the linoleum floor with a broom, an old lady sees her doom, then her Tomb, maybe having given birth with her Womb, shaven, not needing a comb or an Abercrombie lotion for this incredible locomotion with GPS pin-point locations being zoomed-in-on with the satellites, thousands (!!!) of satellites in space, did you know? I searched it online to give it a go, but that my Dr. Dominic Candido, Ph.D. gave me a slight and subtle hint that there are missiles in space FOR DEFENSE! when he said, “Those NoKo nukes wouldn’t make it 100 feet off the ground!” He shared with me, at which point I recited information from Google: “Kim has about 100 submarines with missiles in the Pacific, and I refuse to believe they can be tracked by satellite, so I want Dana to move out of California and live close-by to me that would be my fantasy but only if Justine “Tini Ara” Aragona could live with me and sleep in the same bed every night, making sweet love, my TBI partner of 2010 to 2013, but I drank way back then, way back when in 2013 when I didn’t want my nightly drinking at home to be seen, and I’ve quit in 2016, along with the help of A.A. when I had a sudden awareness that I wasn’t like the junkie addicts there trying so hard to go without drunkenness, and I simply stopped drinking soon after attending two A.A. meetings at my church in Charlton, MA where my parents — who are my “Health Proxy” — they’ve moved me 3 hours away to a new state not needing to work a job as per a wise investment in 2013 or 2014 with a stockbroker named Daniel Michael Besse!

He told me there’s nothing wrong with keeping money in other countries!

And I’m pretty sure I own many, if not all of these “crypto-currencies” 

https://www.cnbc.com/cryptocurrency/

I would pray while crying alone, God put me in the zone, when I Googled: “cry” and “crypto-currency” resulted that I knew I would become rich on my own, that night with my stockbroker sleeping over his house in another state, the cheap price of these brand new moneys were on my radar (since 2005...) and I promised Daniel Michael Besse of CT that if Cardano goes up enough, I will buy him a car, so I say thanks to Daniel Michael Besse now that I have a fortune in a Bank in France, that my Bitcoin(s) are scheduled to sell when they’re worth $100,000 or $250,000 each and I have 1 Bitcoin or 100 Bitcoins or 250 of them, because I want to buy a 1967 Ferrari 250 GTO, like my poster of one on my wall in my apartment 3 hours away from my “Health Proxy” parents who control as much as they can about me, getting me to quit my MMJ, no biggie I have CBD they buy me pills of and I don’t smoke any CBD!

I quit drinking in 2016, except 1 beer on Christmas! EIGHT MONTHS AGO!

I’m pretty sad and lonely here at “Averte” in Bradford, Vermont where I don’t have a car, but I deeply fear that if I had a car here I would start drinking beer at a local restaurant, so unless I can afford a 1999 Ferrari F355 GTS F1 — MY DREAM CAR — with red paint and a tan leather interior, I shouldn't have a car here, or a job, because I might have a beer alone at a restaurant nearby and that could turn into a habit!