Friday, September 11, 2009


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.

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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.


thimscool said...




unokhan said...

andy's difficulties and eventual absense did shift the doctor into a new emotional terrain. suddenly there was one less constant in the world's equation. but it would be a shame if he took the lunch counter with him.

Woozie said...

I hope that one of these days I can build up the intestinal fortitude to try haggis. You're a lot more hopeful than I, though. This makes me sad.

BrightenedBoy said...

Those are all nice things to hope for.