Old Weird Ward
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Tuesday, May 03, 2005
- - - - - When My Time Comes ... - - - - -
When My Time Comes, I hope that someone will wax eloquent, the way that Kim Du Toit would have done for his friend Steve (aka "AirBoss") if Kim could have been there.
I've been on "bonus time" since I was twenty-two. For those of you who aren't on Bonus Time...
- The air DOES taste sweeter, even in GawdAwfullus.
- There is no bad beer. Some is better than others.
- There are no ugly women.
- Children and butterflies need no excuses.
- Seen a rainbow recently? Ain't it GRAND?
- Opened up a dead-tree encyclopaedia at a random volume?
- Stopped and looked at anything, and said "Cool!"?
- Said "thanks" to a friend who's been a friend even when you've been a jerk?
- Tried to out-stubborn a cat? (Just for you, Rob!)
- The sky really is blue. Trust me...
- Santa Claus needs no excuse, or any particular time of year.
- Celebrate your birthday. When ever you'd like.
- Smelled a rose recently? Go ahead, try it!
- Smelled the cowshit that made the rose grow?
- Done something, just for the hell of it? And lived?
- Hugged your kids, and wept?
- Looked around, and said "Oh my! How'd I get here"?
- Lied to the cops? And smiled?
- Told a beaurocrat to stuff it?
"Bonus Time" is a grand and wonderful thing. The price is high, and I'm afraid that it's not quite worth the cost.
But I wouldn't trade it.
Life really is sweeter.
And, Tomorrow is ALWAYS a better day to die.
IF I'm going to die, let it be quick. I'm a selfish bastard, and I don't want to be a veg.
Be well, AirBoss. We're here, and, although most of us never met you, we won't forget.
"So long as one remembers, you shall never truly die"
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