But then aren't we we all from the day we are born? Aren't we all slowly shuffling through life as a cog in a machine till we are determined no longer fit for purpose, only to be put into a home by the cold, heartless bar-stewards that you called sons and daughters that you raised through life, hoping and willing that they would have a better life then you did and avoid the pitfalls that you fell down, only to watch them make the same mistakes.
So your left there in a small room, not a sole to speak to, sitting in a chair that smell faintly of wee and whiskey, with only the regrets of your life replaying over and over in your head....tormenting you and ridiculing you as you play out scenarios of how things could have been better while all the while praying someone comes through the door just so you can speak to another living sole that ain't the ghost of your childhood friend that died in a fridge after playing hide and seek in the local dump....You tried to find him but Johnny was just so damn good and his air supply ran out before you found him. You tried to save his life but Johnny was gone.
Then one night, you face up that the only way out is either in a mental rampage through the nursing home...but your arthritis means that hold and firing a gun makes it a no-no...leaving the only option of an overdose of sleeping pills, you sit yourself down and take a handful and lie back. You feel the effects take over and know that you are on the way out....however your last act is just before your last breath you fart but follow through, meaning that the poor nurse in the morning going to get a awful shock when she tries to wake you for the porridge in the morning. Oddly this makes you smile as it all ends.
I've got to stop listening to The Smiths after drinking a couple of Magners....
