"Serious Shit"

I've been thinking of serious shit lately. My mortality in particular.  I've had any number if near misses to my continued existence in the last century or so. One comes to  mind when I was nearly slammed to jelly by a city bus.

I stepped out into the street not looking, and bleeping bus the size of a deranged whale misses me by an inch. I could have been hit, and dragged for six blocks as a smear of strawberry jam.

Btw there was a sort of miracle involved in this. The reason I stepped back, and didn't get smeared was a voice.

Yeah just like in "Touched by an Angel".

'Voice said "...look out!" I turned, and saw the 34th street bus an inch from my nose. 

Got my attention. 

Anyway while I was standing there wetting myself I looked around to see who was responsible for keeping in on this evil cruel hell hole of a planet.

No one. What should have been a crowded Manhattan street was empty. Nobody in the window above either.....?!  The Lawd fucks with you in mysterious ways.

With that in mind I've lately been thinking over my life, and times.  Ummm...could have been better. Not as bad as say Pol Pot or my Algebra teacher, but no Mother Theressa or Annette Funicello either.

I touched zillions of lives more or less for the better by being on the radio for 300 years. I did Queer Angel books for decades, and caused all sorts of theological, and orientation chaos. 

I was mostly sort of a nice guy. Ya know spare change to the needy directions to tourists, and letting the occasional roach live. In fact I spared one just the other night. 

I got up at about three in the morning saw one in the hallway, and instead of murdering it I opened the door, and kicked it out, "...now you're somebody else's problem".

Ha! Given how things really work I bet that's the thing that gets me into Heaven.  None of that good works crap, but just for giving that little bastard a break. After all what are we, but bugs in Gawd's celestrial woodwork.

Btw I run a clean house. Infact I sealed every crack, and crease with epoxy to keep the wildlife out. However every summer because of the heat they come out of their hidy holes,...arrrgggg!

Anyhow I'm yakking on about this eternity stuff because it's my birthday in tomorrow. I'm gonna be sixty fucking three years old. Thanks to the stew of family genes I'm told I look still in my early 40's. So did my Dad till he was nearly 70!

Not bad so least I got one break in this mess.

I'd love a cake with all 63 candles on it, but it might be a fire hazard. One year away till that Beatles song applies to me. 'Three'!! Years away from Social Security. Year three, not two!!!

Seems the Feds are jacking up the age limit. 

Too many of us are living to collect so the need to push things off a bit. So it's 66 for my generational cohort. 67 for others, and teens today won't get shit till they're maybe 75 or 80.

No point really since it'll be out'a cash in ten years anyway.

So tomorrow I'll treat myself to dangerous foods, and maybe a movie. Yeah I live alone most of my pals, and family are gone,...sound of faint sorrowful violins.

Fuck it.

Stay Tuned.