Two days ago I could say that I hadn’t had a respiratory illness in the 21st century. Today I can say only that I’m hoping to kill the rotten little fuckers that have invaded my body before they can reach critical mass and make me feel like pure hell. I’m well accustomed to all of my usual aches and pains that are the result of believing myself more durable (meaning more expendable) than I am, but being infested with pathogenic microorganisms is a stone drag.

Speaking of stoned…


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