Ages ago,

my at the time girlfriend brought over a bunch of food from her apartment to mine, I think because she intended to cook it all for me. Well that never happened and here I am 9 months later starving, sort of. This morning I gathered up all the food that I never intended to eat, and returned it all to the store.

I bought two potatoes and a bottle of 5 dollar wine. Sale wine, at that.

The older I get the better the choices and decisions I make, I think.

Currently channeling Charles Bukowski, I wrote this about a year ago-

• i sit here like old times surrounded by my new found creature comforts and i begin, again like before and i channel you. still dead and in your lonely grave leukemia still hungry for more of your bones under all that southern Californian soil.
  
  jugged wine and cheap canned beer have been replaced by hot coffee and all around me light bulbs flicker along in time with the lightning from heat outside. and I’m writing all this to you because i need the advice.
  
  i’m sober, not even smoking, man and i’ve got a girl who i like to keep around because she makes me feel good in all the good parts but like you, i’m a bad judge of when  the right time is the right time, and when too much is enough.
  
  so if it’s love, Chuck then roll over in that box and applaud me, but if it’s not, well then make me a toast and we’ll drink, either way i’m sure to hear you, just like how i hope my clacking at these keys brings you comfort, either high above me, or down below.
  
  raising hell either way.

PROVERBS 21:17

Whoever loves pleasure will be a poor man;
he who loves wine and oil will not be rich.

I’M TOTALLY OK WITH THIS.