I turn 19 today and all I want is a 10mm pistol nothing more. Fuck the gun control act of 1968 for making me have to wait two more fucking years. Like what the fuck am I supposed to do until then. Do you guys have any suggestions on how to make the time go by faster?
"Happy Birthday' Liebestod. Yeah, some joke but it's my birthday too. I turn 73 today! I don't recommend it. But until now there has been always been someone or other who needed me to lean on. Were I to write my autobiography I would title it, My Life As a Crutch. But I won't have time to write anything because I must join the angels soon -- like Very Soon! Anyway, who wants to read a book about a Crutch?
America is no place for Old Men. In fact it's not so great for young men either. But when you get to be my age it seems you have a target on your back, and everyone is taking aim at you. America HATES old people. But age has its advantages because just as they are ready to pounce, they discover all that is left are your bleached and useless bones. Bummer -- for them, victory for us.
I notice you plan to ride a pistol into the next life. Guns are the most popular choice, especially among men, but they are hard to come by in many places and one misfiring can leave you worse off than before. I know a man who tried to use a handgun and blew off his right jaw. He ain't dead, but eating presents a continual challenge. My choice is good old SN. It's quiet, pretty reliable, unlikely to bring family, neighbors, or the police running to your side. When I go, I want to have plenty of peace and time and no interference. Plus, should you fail, there won't be any lasting damage and you can always try again if you choose. But that's just my way of looking at it, and I know guns are very popular. As a final note, birthdays as annoying as they are, are something we have control over. We need have no more than we choose. I hope you can enjoy this one to the best of your ability, and I will see you on the flip side.