this morning #230.

this morning, his first cup of coffee came enhanced with a splash of grandpa’s little helper. good ol’ bushmills irish whiskey had acted as a warming pickup for his morning pick-me-up for decades now. as a result, the ruddy pock marks on his cheeks had long since solidified around his infamously overused mouth. it wasn’t the only part of his body that was currently overused. aging & overused. his bladder. his liver. his brain. his heart. each of them had got a serious workout over the course of the last fifty-six years. one of these days, one of these totally taxed organs would decide that it was all too much & finally call it quits. that day would be today.