“The days drift by
They don’t have names
None of the streets here look the same
And there’re so many quiet places
And smilin’ eyes match the smilin’ faces”
So here I am.
“What now, Cowboy?”
I am ‘managing’ my disease.
I suppose this is a ‘plus.’
A ‘good’ thing.
Okay, there is that.
But, other than that, what are you going to do with the rest of your life?
“Write, I guess….”
“Good luck with that. You cannot ‘write,’ you suck at writing. Try something else. Ditch Digging comes immediately to mind.”
“I used to build barb-wire fence…”
“Yeah, try that.”
“You are full of excuses, ain’t ya?”
I have settled into some kind of ‘new normal.’
Cast out those delirium tremens daemons.
Yet now, what next?
I am living Large.
I love my life.
I’d like to keep it.
‘Keep on keeping on,’ as they say.
(They say a lot)
I do tend to ramble.
‘Tis my wont.
I am determined to finish this series.
Even if it hair-lips the Pope.
To be continued.