Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Anyway, my coffee's cold


You know it didn't cost the earth 
But for what it's worth
You made me feel a millionaire

-Rod Stewart


That's what I woke up singing this morning. It's my favorite line from one of my favorite songs about one of my favorite people in this life. We were kids together, we grew into adults together and somewhere we fell in love together.

Then she died.

For a time I stopped living.

Gradually I woke up again. It was quite a long time wasted going through the motions of just existing. One of my few regrets in life, actually. Imagine how far along I'd be if I had been awake all those wasted years.

The sad irony is that Jen is the one person who taught that life is for the living. In her nineteen years she really did do more living than most people will who live to 90.

I'm not feeling morose or even sentimental. It's just what was in my head this morning when I woke up.

This is life, boys and girls.

We'll all be dead soon enough.

In the meantime, take that trip, build that boat, ask her out, do that thing.

Titty sprinkles!


Postscript, how does Slagathore sound for my polished turd of a truck?