CHEERS

I've been gone so long I forgot my password. Took me twenty minutes to recollect the bastard. When I finally muscle my way through the rusted front door and into the kitchen ( nearly impassable due to the bloated rat carcasses and the ghost of Franz Schubert), I have a moment of self-realization.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

I don't think I give a fuck no more.

It was kind of a hoot. But then Andy died.

* * *

Some final thoughts:

I hope the American people wind up with something approaching a sensible, compassionate health care system.

I hope that everyone who has ever dropped by this place is in love and loved in return. Always.

I hope we leave Afghanistan last night.

And I hope my fucking car starts tomorrow.