[gubamyster]

I grew up in a small farming town of 2,500 in Central IL. Everybody knew everybody & everything about everybody & their past generations. Our entertainment was staring out the kitchen window at the neighbors. After they died, everybody knew the exact location of their plot in the cemetery. My grandfather & father owned a tavern, so we REALLY knew about the people.

I couldn’t wait to get out when I turned 18, so I came out to Los Angeles to be anonymous

I’m friendly & polite, but I don’t care about anybody’s business & don’t want them to know mine, in general.

[STARLIT]

I honestly understand Gub. I have a brother that disappeared off the face of the map. His choice. I love him so much. I hope some day he'll find the peace he's looking for. His saying was...don't talk if you have nothing to say.