Monday, November 21, 2011

Death Is Looming in The WIndshield

This aging shit would be fascinating if it weren't so damned petrifying.




Barry and Robin Gibb

I'm not being callous about death looming in Robin Gibb's windscreen -- it's looming for me.

Getting bigger and bigger, dammit.


I don't fear death, exactly, but I spent the first 40 years of my life unaware that it wasn't a dress rehearsal for my real life. . . .

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

having cancer and staring death in the face, ones life crawls by. each hour a new episode in failure or regret. music not made books not read movies not seen. Death doesn't scare me, it's the shit leading up to it.

Biff

mister muleboy said...

I have been in a s imilar place, but was wishing death away whilst doctors reassured me.

I didn't believe them.

(1) Are you in this position;
(2) are you THE Biff?

mister muleboy said...

by the Biff I meant our Biff. . . .

tomanonymous said...

Did our Biff ever accept being 'Biff' (like he could avoid it)?

Anonymous said...

the ducktape residue on my strat case says so. Thanks John.
Yes I am dead man walking.