I hope my death is long from now. But when I go I want to do it with style. Like a stone cold pimp. With Grace.......
Not, like Tom Kern, listening to my children wailing " Daddy Please don't go" as I breathe my last breath from self induced cancer.
I watched my boy hit his first home run last year, his triumphant face is etched in my soul. It was fucking magnificent.
Not, Like Tom Kern- his son didn't get to look up and see his fathers smiling face, his dad chose suicide on the installment plan.
I will take my girls to College and walk them down the aisle, I will be there when they have their first date, Prom, graduation,to hug, all of it.
I will watch my son grow into a man, without the burden of losing his father. I will teach him to hunt and fish, and garden and write poetry to woo bitches. I'll be there.
I'll hold my wife's hand as we grow old together or for as long as the universe sees fit to keep me around, And I will die smiling because I lived the best life I could have.
I will most likely will die of something ridiculously stupid, but it will not be death by nicotine. I could never knowingly do that to the people I love.
Besides, I'm a chicken shit. Dying from mouth cancer is akin to being autopsied while your still living. First maybe they take your tongue , then your cheek or jaw , then neck most likely. The radiation has been described as a BBQ, and CHEMO? Well that's a special little hell I'd prefer to opt out of. No thanks.
Your call macgregor, this coin only has two sides, now you must excuse me, I have to call Grace, my wife is getting suspicious 'winker'
sM