2009-04-11
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I am 60 now. I'm considering retirement (although psychotic blogging has not nearly paid enough money to retreat to Florida). I would pen an autobiography, but the libraries and bookstores show no interest. They won't even return my calls. Sometimes I lie down and close my eyes. I pretend it's my funeral and theres a long line of sobbing people leading up to me. When I open my eyes, I'm alone. What was any of it worth?
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I like to think about my funeral too.. I am going to hire 20 finely dressed Spanish women to wale and cry at my funeral. remember your only alone because you want to be and your never really alone with THEM watching you......
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