Trail of Bodies

It's all becoming clear. There is a trail of bodies. I have dumped them while semi- or even un-conscious (sometimes abbreviated "ucs".) Some of the bodies are dead, incinerated, interred. Some are very much alive. Breathing. Having trouble sleeping, worried about this or that. Can you believe some even worry about money? Personally I just make sure to keep a few benjamins around. Wards off the evil eye.

Fear not all you live ones. I mean you no harm. It's just a new version of the old recovery quip "I don't have friends, I take hostages." But I feed them. I rub their backs. I buy pet food. Whatever the foo they want.

No one lives forever. Except God. And he's so cracked up all the time (laughing), he turns out to be largely ineffectual. "All in God's time" means "not any time soon."

I have no regrets. Just astonishment. I feel no guilt. Just amazement.

I have a new resolution: Try, try like the dickens, not to play gigs with old people who suck. Which does 2 things. It means I have to say no sometimes. And I have to practice.
These folks I say no to should feel lucky. They will likely leave the trail. My trail.
But I digress. Try this: Think of the people you care about the most, and decide to spend 5 minutes thinking they're not so great. And further that they don't care beans about you. Try that. Then go back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Luck.