Sunday, March 17, 2013

I grow old, I grow old.

Met, against doctor's instructions, with my father and step-famille yesterday and had a good discussion, the first since my lay-up that has required thought.

I worry what I will do when I am too old and alone to have a good conversation with anyone. I mean, it's coming. Sometimes it seems nearer than others, like today.

I don't know. I maybe need to take up drugs so that I am at least numbed.




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