Only 15 years til retirement. Lucky you. Seriously, while walking to the school I don't officially attend today utilizing yet even more of productive years and not a little genetic fibre frozen in front of a computer screen in that age ol time sucking, soul robbing, self esteem crippling rite of passage known as online chatting and poetic pocket full of posey pecking I happened upon one single crystal thought: Being Old is the secret. No more forethought. Just the utopia of reminisce, of the Musical Memory of Music Fled. Aaah. how I long for those years. But. Alas! Old People can be terribly annoying I know. I too have been at the short end of a building strata committee napolean. They are insane, plane and simple: Thyroid Tyrants from a land time forgot to leave fresh flowers in.

Yes. I have been out to the seaside ONCE in the last couple months. Yes. I did take several large gulps of beautiful clean salt air. And yes I would like to go back soon and will early next week when i go to visit mum on island while da goes back to England for a meet and mingle with his ol mates. and Yes, I am the most mentally ill i have ever ever been even as I am better and happier than I have ever been. Cheers. Heres to good medication and to being to naive to know waht I could be missing by taking a nice long walk back home tonight after a daylong procedure I fondly call taking the electrodes out of my ars and flashing them for a hapless gathering of my favourite world weary strangers online.

My best to you and your present adventures in senility , which, I am told, begins in one's 20's in some cases so mayhaps I too am on my way.

I wish you all the health.

Write me any time. I love to hear from you.

Love,

Landon