“Never get out of the boat. Absolutely goddamn right. Unless you were going all the way.”

Better advice? Who knows.

There was one 2019 incident of plain weird that could be added to those mentioned last night. Three people foretold my demise. One asked me about death. The one I forgot to mention was the one who actually tried to hurt me. It’s been a strange year. I’m still here.

ODAAT.

One day at a time.

I’m going all the way. Not to sound cryptic. Quite the opposite. Every day just is what it is. I spend a lot of time wandering. I engage people. I’m actively involved in the experience of being here, while I’m still here anyway. You’re bound to see and hear some weird shit when you get out of the boat. So I’m here until someone terminates my command.

Other entirely fucked up things witnessed:

Elderly man getting crushed by a truck in slow motion.

Man with skull split open by his ‘girlfriend.’

Man in final moments of alcoholic liver failure.

Corpse of dopefiend on 37th Street.

Dead man revived by Narcan levitating in front of police, EMTs and bystanders.

That’s right folks! Don’t touch that dial!