I think of them sitting and talking searching for the holy grail of communication, endless hours of conversations talking and talking rehashing conversations, to elimante all entropy. each word like a pearl on a string of conversation.
sal and dean
eighty don't sound as old as it used to
I remember when 36 sounded ancient
ha
the rags of old age
sitting on a dock
Jack got old
Neal did not
forever young
i zipped from here to there and wondered if i had a parking spot and found one once in someone else but took it and used it just like everybody else and am out of words...