I'm nearing my end, I can feel it in my soul but I've been ready for this for a while now. I wish I could go out in better shape, but my reality is sick, depressed, confused and lonely.

It's like a switch has been thrown in my brain lately, everything looks off, different. Like I've slid into a parallel universe, just a smidgen carnunculated.

I don't like this, I enjoy life, even if it is challenging, but it feels out of my control right now.

So what do I do with my end times? I still have some money left, I could bop down to Tampa and watch Irma come in, or boogie up to N/Y and watch migrants get off busses.

Or I can just stay right here, buy a couple bags of Reeses, and delusion myself into thinking any kids are going to knock on my door at Halloween.

Maybe I could wander around downtown looking for homeless people, and buy them all a meal. We can sit around the same table and shoot the shit, you never know what you might uncover.