I'm just a sad old man living with the consequences of his reactions to hurtful words. Within the last five years there have been two such life changing events. I wish I could go back in time and react differently, but that's not possible so I sit here on my little porch on a deadend street in the deep south, and regret.

My cat may die soon and she is the only thing keeping me here. I would post a house sale on Facebook, sell all my shit, and move on down the road. The nice thing about being old is that you've lived a life, everything else is gravy.

I need some place warm, maybe south Texas, New Mexico or Arizona. Party until I drop then check it in. I certainly don't see myself growing older in a fucking nursing home. I need to keep one of my folding chairs, sit back with the sun burning me black, extend my middle finger to the sky, take one last drink and ...