bring out your dead

'A' gave me this plant. She paid $2. It's dying now.
When you're in your twenties the way you dwell on death is abstract and romantic and total bullshit. It's not until your thirties - when the headaches and stomachaches and backaches and variously charming breakdowns start to follow you around (home from work, out to the pub, into bed at night) - that you really start to get a taste for it.
I've enjoyed being the variously charming breakdown who follows you around...just to give you a taste of your (limited and exhausting) future...
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What a beautiful flower it has.Always great to have friends that give us flowers to enjoy.That's better than back pain or a headache for sure.
ReplyDeleteWait until your forties.
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