|What a remarkable difference
|I look like this:
And, I drive a used Mercedes
At the end of the month I have $3.72 in the bank
and I worry about money EVERY minute of every single passing day
I screw around (whenever I can) on a ukulele and a cello
I am married and have no interest whatsoever in any other woman
I am inward and awkward and everyone else on earth seems to be
getting along quite well without me
I have (I believe) maybe seven real friends and countless people
who would consider me an acquaintance
I drink a glass or two of red wine on occasion
I casually study French,18th century, square-rigged ships
My greatest desire is to write
I'm pretty sure I'll be dead in three or four years
My wife has a truly (TRULY) wonderful dog and a weird little cat
I have NO marketable skills
I understand much more French than my father-in-law apparently
I gladly hold no membership in any organization
I once won an award for publishing a blues magazine
I aspire to spending as much time as I can with my delightful wife
in our small cabin in the Blue Ridge Mountains
I KNOW what politics is about and want nothing to do with it
I believe that God is either cruel or indifferent, and that based
entirely on the horrors rampant in this world.
I have absolutely NO idea whatsoever what life is about.
I still think birds are interesting creatures.
For some reason, I still, frequently, think about tire pressure, but
my car does all the worrying for me.