tangledupinblue

Well, I hardly know anything more today than I did yesterday. My mom is a great doctor, and she is being cagey, saying things like "It's not as bad as at could be," trailing off and leaving an unspoken, "but" in the air. My dad was seriously looped from anesthesia tonight at the hospital, and will be having another procedure tomorrow, so it's been a rough go from him. Was pleased to see us, but doubt he'll remember I was there tomorrow. Just as soon he forget this whole fucking thing anyway. Jesus. Hate, hate, hate when my family is in trouble, just fucking hate it. And "heart failure" sounds so goddamn scary. Anyway, he's taking it pretty well, but then again, versid will do that to a man. I'm going out to do a little self-medication, brought to you by the good folks at Austin Nicholls, makers of Wild Turkey. You know, I have a really fantastic group of friends, I was thinking today. From seeing the Apple Brothers at Delancey, to going fly fishing on Long Island -- you wouldn't think it but there are good rivers to fish out there, still waters run deep -- to show tune bars and drag shows, I lead a varied and deviant life, filled with about 20 sketchy characters who I'm really close too. And to a one, they've all called or dropped by in the last few days as word got out about my dad. It's a really good group of people I run with in the big town, and even in this crapaclismic time, I'm taking a minute to doff the lid of my straw hat to them.

Anyway, got my guyabera and sandals on, and going to take me a little bit of succor in the arms of my home town.

Love to my city,
Love to my family,
Love to my most righteous friends,
Love to all you kind folks who've sent their good wishes to me and mine through my journal and email (even you Earnhardt fans)

Much Love to my dad up at Columbia Presbyterian. Know you'd rather be making rounds than being seen on them, but we'll get you home soon enough, Big Man

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