Tuesday, June 26, 2018

Bound For Gory

From my vantage point it all looks like milk and honey. Oh, yeah, there are bumps in the road. Heroes, though, they learn to die. If they're lucky, they just go peacefully, in their sleep.

It's funny, isn't it? You live a long life and what do you remember? Being picked last for kickball. Not being asked to square-dance when it's the girls' turn.

This is not my country. These are not my times.

Joy? I know all about that stuff. We tried to trade glass beads and smallpox blankets for it. How's that working out?

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