Amanda, Ruben And Lorenzo

 Hello there, Childrens. 

I made this in the hope that I have said that for the last time: I am neither a black chef that serves The Precocious in Colorado, nor am I Isaac Hayes (sic). 

This is your Dad. 

And here is my life, such as it is. 

I intend to document to document The Present best as I can. It is not for amusement. Though that was my main source of inspiration, motivation or excuse, it has turned ineffective, if not counter-productive. 

No one need subscribe or comment: you would be the first of a hundred that did, given others in the same situation. 

However, any comment would be sincerely appreciated. 

Signed,

RickCabello@Gmail.Com

Grampa, Virgo


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