I think he has come to the realization that he has pissed his life away and is now regretting it.
The sparkling husband primitive is in his early 60s, and did have a heart attack some years ago, from which, of course thankfully, he recovered.
But he really needs to lose about 40 pounds; his amateurish attempts at trying to be Continental or a
bon vivant or a
gourmand are hurting him.
The sparkling husband primitive served well and honorably in the U.S. Navy during the mid-1960s, and for his service there, of course we're grateful.
But since getting out of the Navy, it doesn't appear the sparkling husband primitive's done much, really, with his life, other than consuming the principal--not just the interest, but the principal--of all that his parents left him.
It's all very sad.
This is why I suspect that the sparkling husband primitive, like the mountain man primitive (the "ThomWV" primitive) is so frantic, so desperate, so sweatingly desirous of "free medical care for all."
Part of the hippie legacy of the 1960s, where no one thought they would ever grow old. Well, they've grown old, and now they want anything, everything, just to merely keep them alive.
Such is the dark, dread, dire fear of those who refuse to acknowledge God.