As always it's the little things around us. Open parking on my fridge top for example. Having spent months at different times in hospitals. I decided when I kick da bucket I wants it at home dammit. Not ignored sharing some suite with a young hoodlum watching rap videos...loud on his phone. I'd rather be at home surrounded by my junk toys, and assorted crap. Hendrix loud on my fucking stereo, and gay porn on my bleeping TV! They can shove hospitals a hospice or cardboard boxes up their butts. No wait I might like a box is it's big enough, and has a nice pillow. It's negotiable.
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