Keister-reck-tomy

     The day before the day before I under-go the prostate biopsy and I'm already getting the apprehensive nervous jitters that hopefully can be cured with alcohol, I've been told the procedure is comparable to having an office stapler shoved up your keister, butt we'll see, we'll see?

     The day of the keister-reck-tomy and I'm as nervous as the front row of a group of whore's in church butt with the exception of the embarrassment of the delicate situation all goes well, that is if you don't mind a stapler up your butt, and you're shy.

     Days following the procedure I'm as fine as anyone who days before had a stapler having it's way with your keister I'm sure I'm suffering from some post traumatic stress disorder butt hopefully I'll lead a somewhat normal life if not I'll see you at some carnival.

     Maybe I won't see you at the carnival I found out earlier today that I have cancer, keister-cancer, cancer of the keister.
     

The high cost of alcohol

sincè the 1980's the cost of alcohol has gone up dramatically making it virtually impossible for a single person let alone a group to catch a decent buzz, what's ûp with that? I realize Ronald's dead but bring him back, or his kids.

Incompatible we became

     Incapable of coexisting together is what we became, never together but even when apart, incompatible in your hee-haw family clan. We're incompatible, and I'm through with the hurting, the lonesome nights, the bull-shit late night, all night fights, incompatible we were till we became.

It's worth it

     After 31 years of memories 2 children 3 grandchildren, some good memories some bad I'm wondering is it worth giving away my youth my peace of mind for a mentally unstable woman and I guess I'd have to say no.

     I'd grown tired of living on the top of the ladder, never knowing when the next unpleasant situation might occur although my familiarity with the situation was and has undeniably always been there even though I didn't know if I wanted to be and now I'm ñot forever.

     So here's to the next 31 years, cheers.

"If God didn't want you to drink beer why does it taste so good?"

"Pizza with salad and a beer" all the food groups are répresented



Beer is proof that God loves us and wants us to be happy. Ben Franklin

It could've been worse

Feb.29,2016     But thank god my sister(a nurse &interpreter) was there so the decision was made at the urologist that I will keep this brain butt have the prostate biopsy.March 21,2016

March 1,2016: My father died of prostate cancer at age 56, and my brother's been living with prostate cancer for five years now he's 60 so I fear for my keister and my life. I ask my brother what to expect at the biopsy and he told me besides being embarrassing it's like getting a stapler shoved up your butt,he could've said jelly bean.

Let's see I'm 59? March 3,2016

Butt,after

     although it had been 31 years we had become bad room mates, no longer interested in each other's lives just there without love or caring, just there until we weren't, the only thing we did as a couple was ignore each other. So even though the separation is difficult in the long run I'm sure now it's the best thing that could have happened.