A year ago....I had such optimism...the future ahead...a new gig...making money....living in Dallas!
YEAH...DALLAS! Scoot R. Ewing.
My lungs said, "WHOA! Guess what you did to me! Oh...and the weaponized radiator steam...final blow! See you when we meet the worms."
And Michael Strahan..S.T.F.U please about how my death will be. Promote awareness..great. Get people to see their physician? Sure. I don't see The American Cancer Society doing ads telling us all how horrible a passing someone afflicted with their said malady will experience.
QUOTE: "Like breathing through a straw"
Know what....blow me!
Look..I get it. Like AIDS....my half of C.O.P.D. is a disease of behavior, emphysema. and with the addition of Mickey Mass...even more burdensome.
SIDETRACK: Still waiting an appointment for my biopsy. Did all the blood work. Don't know what it means. If anyone can read this stuff, let me know...I'll send it to you.
Which brings me to the subject of....Death. And how it's dealt with.
Anyone watch "GLEE" last night?
The goodbye to Finn was perfect. Ryan Murphy is a genius! Probably the smartest, best, and brightest in T.V. today.
The guy is gayer than pink paint, and rarely does that come through his work. If anyone was ever to make a movie of my life...it should be him. And if "GLEE" wants to add a character with C.O.P.D. and (formerly) homeless...I'm your guy!
This was a lot of filler to say....nothing new to say.
But thanks for reading...following...and your support.
God bless you all and be well.
Until next time....