Friday, April 16, 2010

FACING RETIREMENT (PART ONE OF...?)

I don't know what the hell I'm going to do when I have to retire.  Shoot myself in the face, I suppose.  Beats getting up and shaving... and doing what? Poking around and pretending to give a damn?  Puttering about, playing at some boring, useless, sweet fuck all for the rest of the day?
I can't imagine it.  I don't want to imagine it. The mere thought is curdling the beer I'm drinking.
Life without the daily grind. Sweet deal, right? 
Horseshit.
love the daily grind. I don't want to be just another old fucker walking aimlessly about town, pants hitched up to my throat, looking kindly at strangers, pretending things matter.
I look at where I am and where I'm headed
and I want that gunshot to the face
when the time comes.
And please, I implore you: not a word to my wife. She has plans.  She thinks I'm on board. She can't wait.
Nope. Uh uh.
For me, it's the full-tilt boogie
or the big sleep.


Please note: any comments will be considered, but likely disregarded.
Llewellen... fetch 'em.

3 comments:

Jon Parsons said...

den jus thro dis ou n da trash...

Jon Parsons said...

indeed... fetch em...

Llewellen...

i'll have the eshitcargo... but could you put it in the bunsen burner for a moment... and then serve it to my friend doc...

better that than he go "hunter s tompson" without a logic worked out...

Doctorboogaloo said...

Jon: I'm sure retirement will be a blast.

Well, at least I'll be able to find a seat for lunch.