Wednesday, April 19, 2017

A punk, punk

When I first heard it, I thought it was Gina is a punk rocker. 

I'm still not entirely convinced it is not.

Aaron Hernandez's death disproves the notion any man's death diminishes me; some people make the world better when the cease to exist.

I've just been staring out at the sea for the last ten minutes.

I want to die at sea. I mean, if I get a choice in the matter. If you ever read, Rudy passed away today out at sea don't be sad. Instead, know I got out my way. Most of us don't.

Whatever happens to me, I sure as hell do not want to die in some fucking hospital bed.

Maybe in my sleep in my own bed. That wouldn't be too shabby.

But out at sea is still my first choice. On a kayak, a boat, swimming with sharks, makes no difference. Then you can just toss me overboard and be done with it.

Or cremate me and then take me back out to sea and toss me overboard. If we go with that option, dump my ashes in the Monterey Bay. Maybe leave some chunks of bone so the otters can use me to crack open their dinner.

Okay, glad we had this talk.

Titty sprinkles!

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