Dodging coffins lately, and I should like to say I don't like it. F
our near-death experiences. Hosptalizatons.;one is using up his nine lives!
Pesistent bleeding from the rectal area.
Says the Newfie, "Rectum? Just about killed him."
Doc says it's my drinking. Well, while I thought to drinking was to facilitate my mental health the doctor says it has wrecked my physical health.
A longtime fan of Honore' de Balzac, I am now at least a character of that master's old novel about guys drinking themselves to death.
This was not the plan. The plan was to use my life, my as a theme park, or at least a Marineland where I could offer people a sealbottom.
Shee-it. You mean there is an end to the party?
I have been a reader of Dylan Thomas for years.
I refuse to go gently into that dark night.
At least, not without a drink.