I've had a hell of a life, and while I often suffer from short term memory loss, I remember most everything. Some things I wish I could forget, but it doesn't work that way.

As I sit here in my last days I am grateful for the good stuff, and emotionally crushed by the bad.

I have ended up a good man. I care about other people and try to help them when I can. I don't lie, cheat or steal.

I don't know what to do next. My days consist of NetFlix, trips to the park to feed my birds around noon, and getting wasted in the evening with my neighbor Daniel.

The last two days I have hit local places for breakfast in the early morning. Today I went to Pat's Cafe, first time, and had eggs over easy, hash browns, sausage, and biscuit's smothered in gravy. Ten bucks, gotta love the South...