Sorry the Oilers lost, they gave her everything they had. Good show.
It’s a little before ten o’clock in the central time zone and I’m on my first cup of coffee for the day.
What the hell do you do, when another one of your best friends dies, your wife runs off and the kids grow up? Stick around waiting to be raped and murdered at an ATM? You think I’d stay in a treacherous hive of scum and villainy like Bakersfield? That’s funny.
Oilers affiliate or not, I bought the ticket and took the ride.
With each passing year the place consistently got worse until it became one of the most unlivable places in the state. Hey, if I wanted to live in a third world shithole I’d move there, instead the powers that be saw fit to visit that upon home and hearth.
It was predicated with the loss of Dan Lungren in the 1998 gubernatorial election. I told the wife, “It’s over! We must leave at once…”
It only took another 25 years to get out.
So here I am, a little worse for the wear and tear but alive none the less. Vaya con Dios.
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