Who
knows, it could be a paper cut which
aggravates
me today, or loud music coming
from
neighbors
in the
apartment next door.
Who
can say? Could
be the sweltering heat
and
humidity which stifles
and depresses
me.
I’ve
grown to an age where curmudgeonly is
an
appropriate adjective which modifies the
elderly
me I now happen to be. No longer can
I
jump for joy, counterfeit a smile or tactfully
pretend
some bull-crap pleasantries. In my youth
I
used to wonder how the aged and infirmed
got
this way? Passing time, and lots of it, I say.
And
perhaps you too shall see by misfortune of
the
draw should you live to be arthritically
advance
and mentally challenged such as I have
unwittingly
grown to be. Just kidding. I tend to
exaggerate
a bit these days. Don’t mind me. Just
remember
to leave me be while I’m napping
peacefully.
Wake me when it’s dinnertime, but
only
if there’s something good like fried chicken
and
mashed potatoes to eat. Who in hell am I
kidding...I
live alone. A bologna sandwich is
about
all I am willing and able to rustle up on
my
own. For that I needn’t bother putting in
my
teeth. Damned paper cut, anyway.
Chris
Hanch 9-24-18
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