This old guy stuff is a drag. All da usual crap. Pains illness eyesight crapping out all that. Tired always confused pissed off. I sit, and stare or sleep. As we get old, we turn into cats. Sit stare sleep.
I miss my family old friends' old times my former life. This comes with the program. I read the brochure about aging. It's all there. Self-pity parties all day, and night.
Damned near everyone you loved is dead or has forgotten you. The world becomes insane unintelligible, and far too expensive to live in.
Too bad I got over being a drug addict. Such a happy simple life it was. Sure, I kept overdosing, and dying. I kept being dragged back too. Rise repeat it was fun.
Remember last month the Army kept sending me stuff. Piles of emails then some snail-mail packages of crap. Hell, I should'a took 'em up on da offers. What with war in da Ukraine a near sure thing I would 'a had a ball. 'Least till some Russkie blew my brains out.
Anyways I gots my Xmas party for one all planned. A small cheesecake with a side of whipped cream, and a candle shoved through its heart. A combo Birthday Xmas pie. I'd put 71 candles in it but fuck it.
One makes da point.
I'll have da fucking Mickey Mouse Club playing online. I'll be watching my old pals dance around. Most gone now. These are keeling over a few more each year. So we're all in da same sinking boat.
Merry fucking Hellmas.
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