My friend who lost his dad… He was only 60 years old. An alcoholic, but a good guy. And his mom died years ago. Now my friend doesn’t have *any* parents. What’s that like at 29? I mean, my MOM still has a mother. Yeah, she has Alzheimer’s and is in the hospital right now. But she’s still alive. Shit, my DAD still has a mother and he’s almost 65. Why does my grandma get to live until she’s 90 while this guy’s dad kicks the bucket at 60????
What’s it like being 29 years old and an orphan? Especially when you don’t have a very close relationship with your sister? As a side note, my brother just said: “and it’s not like he’s close to his sister.” That kinda made me all warm and fuzzy inside. Like my bro realizes what we have is special.
Back to what I’m thinking of. Mortality. Death. The futility of life. But, it is what you make of it, right? I don’t want to turn out like that poor soul. Alcoholic and alone. But, what am I right now? Alone and drunk with 3 dogs running around and my *mom* delivering me Taco Bell! Is that pathetic?
I don’t usually sit around drinking by myself, but I figured I had nothing better to do. Does this mean that in 11 years my kids are gonna find me passed out in a diabetic coma? Are the papers gonna get my survivors’ names wrong? What will my legacy be? Let’s hope it’s not this.
Wow… that’s some deep shit. All because of drunken web surfing.