Why can’t I be the Ghost of Christmas Past or something

Why can’t that be my job

Can I have that job when I die

Can I be a grim reaper or the god of sadness and firecrackers or a spirit who leads people to the Asphodel Meadows or Valhalla or whatever

Please can I do that

A conversation with my dad just now:

Dad: How you doin over there, Ryan?

Me: Ah, man. Broke and lonely. You know how that song goes.

Dad: Lonely? You’ve got tons of friends.

Me: I’m uh . . . I’m talkin about the other kind of loneliness, Dad. The one you got till the god dang grave.

Dad: Oh, yeah. That one.

I took this last year!

(I am posting pictures of Cool People today fyi)

Smiling and waving and looking so fine!!!!!

Oh babbbyyyy!!!!! Baby yeah!!!!!!

Last night I walked home in the pouring rain and, finding a low wall beneath an overhang, sat down and thought that I didn’t really give a damn what happened next

THE ETERNAL QUESTION:

Am I completely insane or am I seeing the thing for what it is?

(lol)

This is a picture Laura took of me yesterday as I read “How It Feels When a Parent Dies” which I had found in a brown paper bag near our house

Yup