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Some days are diamonds some are stones. This is a stone day. And I will get stoned when I get done with this. No change in my physical condition, just my mental one. I am glad as hell that xmas is over. I didn't get one call from anybody. Everybody left me alone, just like I wanted. Next comes the new year 1997. My last year. Xwife and daughter. Demanding copies of my will. They want to know exactly what they will get when I die. So I made a new will, selling everything I have and giving the money to the humane society. I know it sounds spiteful, but the more I think of it, the more I like it. Lawyers. Can't live with them can't live without them. You can hate them though. My lawyer said that the will could be contested and probably won no matter how he wrote it. He suggested giving everything away before I die. That's probably what I will do. The problem with that is I don't really know when I'm gonna die. I've got a vague idea, but if you're going to be giving away stuff that you need when you're alive, you need to not give it away while you still need it. I guess I could just pass the titles and have an understanding that I will use it as long as I'm here. Or maybe I should call Dr. Kevorkian. No, it's much too soon for that. I think. Actually, that might be the best answer, but I don't need the good doctor's services, I can manage just fine on my own, I believe. I do think that I'm going to need to think about this for a while. |