I turned to kink after I realized my marriage wasn't working. The last straw was when our pastor told me it was my responsibility to make it work. It ...as like something just snapped inside. I had been telling myself the same thing for ten years and when I heard it from someone else, I suddenly realized that wasn't my only choice. That was when I realized that living by other people's rules hadn't made me happy. It was time to stop that and make some rules of my own. Just as I don't have to. " I guess you are just going to have to get rich like I am then. I was worth a hell of a lot less ten years ago than now. This is the age you are at the present time." Yeah, right. You must have had something to start with." I did, but you have something. This home, that's a start. Remember the game of Monopoly we have been playing. The person that buys the first property and collects rent is on his or her way." But I don't own this property." I got up and went to my lock box and handed Shari. ..??"He grunts in annoyance, and then begins to dress himself for his day. The black and gold polo hangs awkwardly off his frame, and his black slacks don't fit quite right either. The way his clothes fit, combined with his expression of 'I'm so fucking done' create a rather unappealing picture. Then, he approaches a mirror and straitens his stance, pulls back his shoulders slightly, and gives a small smile. The difference is quite surprising, as now he looks collected and in control of the. It was not a good day.”“Did your buddy make it?” The man asked.“Yah, I went to his memorial last year, he had a good life.” John looked at the concern on the man’s face, “I’ll bring your trailer back Christmas Eve or I will bring you another quarter ounce.”The man looked at John then he turned the paper, “Sign here and here is the key to the padlock.”John attached the trailer and headed down the road. The snow was now 8” to 10” deep and still falling. John thought and said aloud, “It looks like.