I'm really depressed, what an interesting state this is. I have major life regrets, that cannot be undone.

I have landed alone, and I'm still an alcoholic, despite many noble attempts at sobriety.

My health sucks. Not sure what's going on, but I know Parkinsons is right up there, followed by Dementia.

I live in a little house on a dead end street in southern Tennessee. I have no job, no initiative, and my finest moments are feeding the ducks in the Park.

Yesterday I stuck a thousand bucks in twenties in my wallet just to make me feel good, then I had a hell of a time getting my debit card out to buy some booze, because it was so tight.

I am 76 years old. I bet I'm older than most of you reading this post. I should have died many times during my fucked up life, but I have not.

So, to my few remaining friends, thanks for putting up with me! I know I've been an interesting and challenging friend, and I love you all.