And aspirins, not to mention caffeine. I will drink three cups of coffee a day along with a quart of Coke and three packs of cigarettes. At the age of 65, I will retire with honor after working my way up to assistant feature editor. After getting a divorce with my wife, so now free, I can go on world travels. I will have a nervous breakdown and spend the last five years of my life in failing health at the Erie Inn reading dirty books and embarrassing nurses with my filthy remarks. When I die at age 70, my ex-wife will get all my life savings which I was someday going to by a Porsche with. In Oakland Cemetery, I will have my simple gravestone pissed on regularly by a scroungy old mutt.
THIS is a collection of Journals I kept, starting in 1972. I am adding entries here as I find the old journals and type them.
(Please Note: This is in "Blog" format, so to read journals in chronological order, start at the bottom, with the oldest post first, and read upward.)