Ishmael supposedly made it to 137 thanks to the Hagar genes and Dave will be thrilled to make it to 97, especially if the plums stay active. None of us is supposed to pre-empt our passing by selecting the date but 30 more years of restart, serenade, voice gratitude, channel abundant brilliance, yodel in the birdbath of love then do it all again the day after is timeless and immortalizing. I recently took up meditation. It beats sitting around doing nothing.
~from 2011

Eleven years ago, that was the daily dose of original thinking. Now it's
will the cancer kill me?
should I let them diddle with my heart?
can you really get to heaven on the Frankford el?
when I'm all better, I promise I'll be good. Today I get a shot that kills testosterone (that's good) and then we'll wrestle-up some vittles and I'll act as laird o'manor and represent the I'm perfect - don't change me crowd. My sweetie knows I'll still go anywhere, do anything and still put the right foot in and do the hokey-pokey like one of the Step Brothers on adderall. I gots 2much livin' left to do and if you see me on Who's the Asshole?, gimme a wink.