A urinary tract infection at 83 can feel like death.
Having the wind knocked out of you at 43, can feel like death. But my dad passed today, three years ago. I think that has more to do with it.
Happy Good Friday, everybody. I'm off until 4:30PM, then back to the Cuban restaurant for twenty hours. But I get to see my daughters out of school first. That's good.
One thing I've learned about death, you don't get to leave just because you want to. As for me, I plan to stick around. Even if no one wants to help me, I can still help myself.
83 or 43? Off until 420, then just smoke some GPD and listen some "cuban son" with a mojito and fried bananas.
Nice. How are you?
Ok man, also feeling the weight of the years... valium, tramadol and f1 races.
Wish I could get my Unclaimed rewards to you.
Damn, you are so nice person. Greets.