And the dreaded question: what’s your plan? As if anybody had them, as if they didn’t just smoke weed in dad’s old den. As if I had a choice in the matter, as if now was tomorrow, was yesterday, was way back when. Longing for a future that once was, but no more. Like a boat on troubled water that doesn’t even remember the shore. I only intend to remember the future when it hasn’t happened before. Living large. Living fast. Dying of an overdose. As was the case with sunshine for the rose. Or the fish that drowned while a President was crowned as the world’s realists shrugged and frowned. Blueberries to the rescue, then a new challenge to surmount!

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