Most of my family is dead, and the rest want nothing to do with me. Somehow my grand-daughter Shelby and my son Riley have held in there, and quite frankly are the only reason I'm still alive.

I'm not looking for any fucking sympathy here, because I don't deserve it, and I'm a fortunate old fool that I still have some left. Otherwise I would have exploded into the Other Side a while ago.

I want to stay alive now, so I can watch Trump and his heroes repair this Country, which I love and respect. I need to stay around at least 4-8 years to watch that happen, and hopefully more.

I want to come face to face with the Aliens that destroyed my older brothers life when we were kids, and ask them why.

I want to watch Shelby succeed with her dream, and build a dynasty. I want to watch Riley's daughters grow up to be amazing women, in a Country that has it together powerfully, honestly and transparently. I want to watch them all build their own dynasties.

My longest friend Sherry who I've known since 1971, when we worked together in San Leandro, CA, and lived together several times over many decades, follows this blog. She will occasionally send me long emails with suggestions on how to fix my life.

Her most recent one suggested, once again, that I attend AA, maybe meet a potential roommate, and help each other stay sober. Great advice Skoge, but I need to figure out another way.

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