I PROMISED MYSELF THAT I WOULD TELL THE TRUTH (even when truth is a little uncomfortable for the fragile core of it that is left buzzing around my ego) I have spent a lifetime trying to enhance and deflate my ego...depending what I can get away with without screaming the insanity-of-it-all out loud! Thankfully there has rarely been a audience to turn me in to the appropriate professionals who specialize in emotional disorders...dogs don't know how to use fancy telephones for emergency calls. Better I keep to selfsearching which is a AA recovery step that I do very well/often...a everyday job for over four decades.
COULD THIS BE TRUE TOO? I am now almost a month into being a 80 year old, very single, Gay older man who plays with my dogs while gasping and grasping the remainder of my life...at least as I know life but I did die once at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center during a sloppy little operation that the surgeon messed up and carved away on me forgetting about the deadening of my physical body part....off, off away I went, turned blue, convulsed, dead died and then, later, the swat team of revivers saved my young life...afterall, I was in my thirties and certainly not ready for the BIGGEST of beyonds....clearly there were more hoops to jump through, fish to fry, betrayls to shock me, tragedies to face and heart throbs to attempt to have throb back at me. Interesting, the surgeon took out the stitches a few days later and blamed me for dying....me, who after the operation had to have TWO heart specialists try and find out if there was anything WRONG with my HEART....really, there was nothing wrong until Dr. WWII slashed away on me como es. I knew you'd want to know how horrid the experience was for me...no wonder Lucille Ball died at Cedars Sinai soon after me (they couldn't revive her). Time to go back to bed and sleep away some of my memories of being dead (there are some, I'll tell you another time).
To be continued
Leonardo, Leonard, Len, Lenny and sometimes Leo
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