I made my peace with death last year and so it can come for me whenever it wants. I am an old
man of fifty one in the autumn or winter of my life. And fantastically alone with no real reason to
carry on living and so any day shall do. No one will miss me not even myself and that is just how
I want it to be. And I am a burden to the state so if I do go earlier rather than later all the better
A MIND IS LIKE A PARACHUTE : IT DOES NOT WORK UNLESS IT IS OPEN
man of fifty one in the autumn or winter of my life. And fantastically alone with no real reason to
carry on living and so any day shall do. No one will miss me not even myself and that is just how
I want it to be. And I am a burden to the state so if I do go earlier rather than later all the better
A MIND IS LIKE A PARACHUTE : IT DOES NOT WORK UNLESS IT IS OPEN
A MIND IS LIKE A PARACHUTE : IT DOES NOT WORK UNLESS IT IS OPEN