We Didn’t All Make It To Here

Without being too gruesome, too maudlin, or spending time reviewing the large number of opportunities I gave myself to shuffle off this mortal coil. A brief salute to those who can’t join us tonight. As soon as I post this I’m making myself a nice Hendrix Martini, medium dry with three olives. Because I can.

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