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| Name's John. I'm getting old, I accept it. I live, learn, laugh & love. I'm exactly what you are looking at. I'm a flatfoot, rock-listening, mechanic that drives too fast and wears cheap clothes from Wal-Mart. I'm a walking stereotype. I eat bad food, drink too much, and smoke like a train (as well as Cheech & Chong)- though I'm trying to quit & think I should get points for that. I don't run marathons, or triathlons, do tai chi, or compose opera in my free time. If I have a question, I ask it. People don't always like it, or me for that matter-but fuck 'em. Pardon my language; another bad habit I won't be shed of. Oh yeah- and I'm stubborn as hell. Under the old age & cheap clothes, behind the wheel of fast cars, beats the heart of a hopeless romantic.
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