this morning #794.

this morning, with one wide wave of my hand, i quickly dismissed the myth that it was too early to be this drunk. it was too late in life for us to start debating that. twas functionally impossible for us to go there now. maybe back when i was still in my twenties, somebody could’ve said something, helped me steer my ship amidst the rich possibilities. i was now in my mid-fifties & there’d been a number of times when i’d come quite close to running said ship aground. somehow, i’d always managed to minimize the damage. bouncing & balancing. breaking a sweat but never breaking my stride. outside, everything shined. inside, i’d long since begun to decline.