All Interpretation Is Misinterpretation ~ Tuesday, 18 June 2019

If I'd died on the night of my graduation, I would have known nothing of the last twenty years. I would have been happy, if, but, for a moment, drinking vintage champagne with my buddy, Kevin. Kevin, la veuve et moi, sipping vintage rosé, celebrating eight years, part-time school, full-time work. I look back in horror at the man I've become; if I'd ended my life, I'd have done one thing right.