I swear, I did not plan it this way. But today, we are still on my old stomping ground of Los Angeles. A few years in the future, of course.
As I write this, a bunch of older people stand on the sidewalk outside my window. All dressed ‘posh.’ I assume for the funeral of my neighbor a few doors down. A man I met only once. Somewhere in his early ‘golden’ years. He sickened and died before the doctors could even diagnose what was wrong. Combined with today’s chapter in #Apokalypze and the things I wrote earlier in #Reconciliation, it reminds me of a line from a movie that stuck with me (I think it was Look Who’s Talking with John Travolta, Kirstie Alley, and Abe Vigoda).
It’s not the things you do that you regret. It’s the ones you don’t.
That is a message that I have lived with. Perhaps even before I heard it. But especially since. And I have done some wild and Crazzy shit. But my regrets are few, either of the things I did or the ones I didn’t. I hope that whether it is in your ‘golden’ years, an apocalypse, or whatever that you too can say that.
And yes, I almost always ‘bite off more than I can chew.’ Like writing two stories at the same time. But I hope ya’ll are enjoying that as much as I am.
Oh well, enough of my bullshit, here’s what you really want…