I knew how good love could be — I knew it was the best thing I’d ever done in my life — and yet here I was alone.
I was taking chances with my life. I kept telling everybody that I was all right, but I wasn’t.
― James Patterson, Jack & Jill
You know I love you like a big brother. Or like Mr. Rodgers.
Hurts me to read “Hope to be well enough to drive today.”
That sounds kinda pathetic.
Then I realize we are lucky men and this is just how shit goes.
Have finally concluded with 99.9% certainty I’ll never run again.
Like to leave a little hope.
I walked 5.5 miles today in 85 minutes. That sounds kinda pathetic, I know.
It hurts to vacuum or lift a cup full of coffee.
Drive the fast car.
When I was last “home,” I found a box at Rick Rubin’s – God rest his soul –
I found a box of my stuff in storage over two decades.
There was Jill’s wedding announcement from 1985.
She broke my heart, so I guess I had to clip it out of the newspaper.
And save it accidentally for over thirty years. That’s my style.
She married a guy named Stoner. Ironic, huh?
So, I looked on Facebook and there she was.
We wouldn’t have made it thirty-five years, Jill & I.
You have sex a few hundred times with the same person,
you develop a certain bond.
Didn’t send her a ‘friend request.’
In the last week, listened to Animal Farm and Cujo.
Now a memoir by a gay poet who loves his dogs.
The slower I go, the more book I hear.
Feel best I have since last year sometime.
Can’t remember and it’s not important anyway.
Dodged another bullet.
Life is good.