Way back when I was in college, The Pretenders had a song called "Watching the Clothes Go 'Round". Something about the tedium and futility of life, or something of that sort, I think. I always sorta liked the group, even if I didn't always subscribe to their philosophy. Though I'm doing just fine, thank you very much, I still thought about the Pretenders as I did my laundry tonight.
I was born in Montana, raised in Tampa, and reside in a small town in the lowcountry of South Carolina with the Lovely Lady Di, and son Tyler. Walterboro (the 'Boro) has about 5,100 residents. It's a moderately interesting place. I work in the public defender's office representing poor people charged with crimes. Some of them did it. Some of them didn't do it. Some are not very nice, a lot of them are just regular Joes with a huge plate of bad luck.
I'm a moderately interesting fellow, who has the good fortune to know or be related to some very interesting people. Is there anyone out there?
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