Going Senile Isn't All That Bad...

Another year has gone by without Pierce. I was in such a trance about it, Johnny had to call me and tell me that it was THREE years since he left us. I still have trouble grasping the whole thing. I expect him to walk in the door any second now. Johnny keeps me grounded on a daily basis. Even though he has enough to do with work and moving. He is still there. For that I am truly grateful.

News! Facebook banned my crosspost there of yesterday's entry saying that it was abusive and spammy! Do you guys at Social Networking ever pull your heads out of your rears?

And while we're on the subject of a failed marriage in which one or more of the parties involved have held a grudge for the past 16 years. The person I'm referring to knows who they are. Juvenille attenpts to hurt my feelings deep to the center of my heart were successful. Well, get this. I don't care anymore. Your pitiful and vengeful acts have hurt me enough.

Time Waits For No One..

Tomorrow marks three years that Pierce has been gone. I still can't grasp it fully. I still feel the mixed pain of that terrible Sunday morning. My father calling and telling me that a strange woman, who said that she was some Holly Wood's mother, had called at 7:00 AM raving about how my son John had collapsed and died of a drug overdose at the Marriott in Baton Rouge. She knew this because her daughter had held his head in the bathroom for several hours. We tried desparately to reach Johnny AND his brother, to see if this horrible woman's story was true. It just couldn't be, could it? At last, Johnny called. Obviously, he was alright. This made another possiblity come to mind. Could it have been Pierce? How could we find out? How could this be true? But it was. And the rest is despair and pain. Tomorrow marks the day that extinguished a bright light...

Ho-Ho! The EYES Have It! Can You See?

Yesterday morning, on the way to ANOTHER doctor's appointment, I was driving down LA Hwy 22. I watched the fog rise over the Tangipahoa River and the tributaries that run with it just east of Ponchatoula. This wouldn't normally bring any excitement to the day, but something was amiss. Or, not! I was able to see clearly without closing an eye, wearing a patch, chanting voodoo spells or killing a chicken and spreading it's blood. I could see! So, I was cautious not to say anything to anyone, except my friends in my head. And I went through the day and night waiting for God's trick to be over. Surely he'd be cashing in on the bet he and his golf buddies made at my expense. But lo and behold, the morning brought no difference. I can see again. Sorry about the golf joke, God. And thank you...

Note: In July of 2012, the myasthenia gravis returned with a vengeance. Tried wearing a black contact lens to block of one eye and see. The black started to wear off after a month or so. I quit wearing it and learned which eye to use and which to ignore. 

Roses Really Smell Like Poo-oooo-ooo...

"I know you'd like to thank your shit don't stank - But lean a little bit closer - See that roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo Yeah, roses really smell like poo-oo-ooo"

So another day goes by and the pain keeps flowing. For some reason, my malfunctions and dysfunctional manner of living and breathing has done something fucked up to the person that I love. The big question is just that. The BIG question. The big question is, "Is someone prepared to spend the rest of  their life with someone who is A-fib, OCD, bipolar, neurotic, myesthenia gravis and pretty much all fucked up? Someone who grew up with the concept of respect for his elders and courtesy for everyone..." I wonder if she can continue on the same path? The bigger question is, "Can I?"

Life isn't easy. If it were, than no one would give a damn about it. Sleep on it...

And we strike another blow for Pierce against the shit heels with this story on Channel 8.

Thanks to Natasha Robin...