well i called mine and wished her the day, same as every year. i sent her a book and a box of chocolates with an overly expensive card. she’ll throw the card away, eat the chololates and read the book. so not all is lost. the chocolates will be “ok” and the book will have “something wrong” with it. ah well.

she tells me that a cousin died at age 61. heart attack. her second one. i barely knew her but i was in her house once or twice. i remember her as a large woman who ruled with an iron fist. even the toughest of us cannot argue with death in the end.

i have often thought of friends and death and who will be the first of us to return to that big light first. then i thought of my death and i think i will go quietly with no funeral, no flowers and no coffin. just roasted and sprinkled on my neighbours yard in the dark of night when they’re all asleep. can i get away with that? will my lawyer do it?

maybe if i pay him enough.

it’ll be my last act of “piss on the lousy neighbours” before they come in and rob the place after i’m dead. maybe i’ll piss on all my stuff before the big end.
ha ha that’ll get em.

but it’s mothers day and despite it all she did give us life. i suppose i owe her something.