I don't want you ladies to think I am too crude, but I'm not into detox lips and silicone tits. My lady is a little on the real side. I could never understand why a lady would try to change what god gave her. He did it for a reason.
Now that I have my soapbox off, I can tell you a little about me. I grew up in New Mexico, and Colorado was where I had my first horse, a 6-year-old. Have been riding them ever since. They had to do a little bit of cutting on me. My daddy pulled me out of school in the 9th grade. Grade and put me to work on his construction jobs. He was not a kind man, so my mother lied for me at 16, and I joined the army. After that, I went back and joined the U.S. Coast Guard. I cowboyed around Colorado and New Mexico until I traded a remodel job on a friend's house for instructions to become a Pilot. A life's dream of mine. It took me about 5 years to get to the point where some daring soul would hire me as their pilot. From that point, I went on to get all my ratings and a commercial pilot’s license. From there, I flew so many different Junk airplanes to build flight time that it’s a wonder I am still alive. So many that I can't remember. As I was learning to fly and working through my ratings, I went back to school and got a BSBA in Aviation Management. I specialized in wildfire suppression, flying fixed-wing aircraft from the old B-17G to the P2v_7 subchaser. I don’t know if you ladies know what the hell I am talking about—but it's my story, and I will tell it my way. I spent 35 years flying until I had a bad Horse fall up in the mountains of northern New Mexico when I was working for the US Forest Service several years back. It didn’t bother me until a few years back, when the horse fall came back to haunt me. I had to have some work done on my knees and lower back, but the medication they gave meant that I would not pass a First-Class medical, so I was grounded. That really pissed me off, but I knew it was for the best. I did not want to put other lives in danger. Had a Horse Trailer dealership up around Longmont, Colorado. But I couldn't sell any trails, so I moved out of Colorado in 08 after the economy went to hell and back down to New Mexico, a little town called Rio Rancho, just a little north of Albuquerque. And here I sit.
Tom
