He's in full-on attention whore mode today
Oh geezuz gawd.
You know, it's very hard to believe this guy is
actually 58, 59, years old.
And now I have a funny story to tell.
After that massive heart attack in early May, one day for no reason at all, I thought of the big guy in Bellevue, Little Lord Fauntleroy Wills, the "William769" primitive, and franksolich.
I have no idea why, but it seemed three random brain-cells just collided that particular moment.
People tend to die in "threes"--and here we got the big guy, Wills, and franksolich, all of them flirting with the Grim Reaper.
Based upon how God's treated me throughout life, I suspect I'll be the third one, the last one of the three, to die. I dunno why God's been like that, but I ain't complaining.
The big guy, because of his gluttony, is imminent.
Wills, I dunno anything about AIDS other than what I read about it, while he's slipping away, probably has some time left.
So I don't worry about the big guy; he can die any time, as far as I'm concerned, because speculatively my own demise isn't going to happen until Wills has first sprung loose of this mortal coil.
So Wills, I watch like a hawk, praying for a long life. The big guy can drop dead, and I'm still good.