Merry Effing Xmas
The other day my wife said I still have to get you a Christmas gift. Out of hand I said, don't worry about it. Now that I think about it, I can not think of one thing I want or need really. No, really, I can not think of one thing, one trinket that I would desire. I am thinking, what would be nice? A pint of warm stout, a pipe of Cavendish, on a sofa, with my wife, the dogs, and a nice warm fire, with some sweet low-fi jazz on playing softly in the background. I think a nice evening of peaceful retreat from the insanity that is this f'd up life. If you could wish for just one thing, just one simple thing, what would it be? Medical technology that brings health back to my wife, so her life would not be a struggle to breathe. To meet up with my old friends just one more time before memory wipes away all traces of their names from my memory. I just can not think of anything. Maybe, just a quiet end to my evening would be the best thing I could hope for. You cannot buy