LONG ANSWER TO SHORT QUESTION

You ask me if I'm alright?  How can anyone be alright, David, when the malignant tumor that is Trump metastasizes throughout the country now that he will be president even in the blue states? He is a malevolent cancer, but at least that piece of rat shit proves a convenient scapegoat for all my troubles. 

I will never be alright. The person I most loved squeezed the life out of me. The person I most adored buried me. I have nightmares every night. No amount of pills and cough syrup bestow upon me peaceful rest. 

I perceive nothing but a future of death and destruction. At present, I am suffering from sciatica. How many more illnesses and diseases await me before I reach the end of the line as Johnny Cash might sing? I am already experiencing the brutal truth that pleasure is nothing more than the absence of pain. 

I could go on and on I reside in such a deep and dark hole. However, there are  enough good moments that serve as beacons of light in my endless night. Your successes as an educator and educated person have brought me great joy. Your brothers are headed in the right direction. I continue to savor the simple delights of a succulent steak, a fine wine and good company. 

However, from the many corners of the earth to our humble hometown, it is one tragedy after another. There are all the sins I have committed that have sentenced me to a permanent purgatory of guilt. And god forbid we discussed the double-edged sword of sex. 

Your old man is literally an old man. It won't be long before you are spreading my ashes in the Rio Grande. Nevertheless, before my demise, let's get together for a bottle or two of an expensive Malbec and a pizza. Luv ya, son.


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