Friday, November 21, 2008

A miilon days

Kids have been dropped. No hangover today-I had only four beers and two glasses of wine at the silent auction last night. I'm nestled in the van on this crisp, bright November day. 21st. Birthday. 43rd. How many years left? How many days? Prince is still in my dashboard, singing now: "...only been gone for an hour but it seems like a miilion days..." A million? Hmm. What does that mean? Sounds like a lot. But it's not infinite. It's not eternal. I think I'll smoke one of those three robustos after work today. Would be nice to share them with someone. Get a gift. Share a gift. I learned that yesterday while sat infront of my blogmachine. Blogmachine good. Abstinence bad.

1 comment:

  1. Ahh...a birthday! Forty-third, no less. You're holding up exceedingly well, Vivant--spiritually as much as physically. And what's more important than Spirit? Or Spirits? People like you in positions to shape young minds and points of view give me hope for our society. Keep on keepin' on. Happy birthday. I will toast you tonight.

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