Sunday, May 7, 2017


I lived in Gaston See; my first
wive was a millionairess whose
family had made a fortune in
bubble gum futures. Why play 
it dry, when you can wait for
it to get wet?
For my first five generations, 
that was my motto. Glissando
amorato. When I finally left
the town (she'd taken off with
a local padre), the entire village
said goodbye.
It all used to make me sad, but 
no longer does it now. I sit around
and read  -  I have a monthly playlist,
go places where my manager sends
me, do my stuff for a roomful of
people. I'm still a rich man in so
many ways; I just have little
to show for it all. 

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