Twenty-Eight


Made it.

Outlived Kurdt.  Guess I have to give up on my dream of being in the 27 Club.

That just gives me 14 years left to fulfill the prophecy.

Some people I know don’t like it when I predict dying at 42 (rules is rules).  I just say, if you know someone who isn’t going to die, I’d like to meet that person.  For the rest of us, no point fretting the inevitable.

I’m not old.  I’m not young.  I’m not particularly interested in living forever, just living.

I live for art.  I live to create it, to consume it, to share it.

I hate people giving me gifts.  Instead, I’ll give you one:


Hard and bright.

“We all complete. Maybe none of us really understand what we’ve lived through, or feel we’ve had enough time.” Kathy H (Never Let Me Go)

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