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A Good Day to Die When I was young I always feared getting old and hoped I’d never live long enough to dimly see my muscles wither and weaken, my eyesight and hearing diminish, and the curls go … Continue reading “A Good Day to Die.” →
To Damn Old My friends from all over town have gone away. It’s just that way, no one stays when time flows by and suddenly you’re to damn old and are an ugly sight to behold. It’s a … Continue reading “The police were called to chase old people from McDonald’s for loitering.” →