Tail End of 41. What We Learned.

 

I am still drawn by poetry and sentimentality. In the caves of my head, I've built cities and castles in a much kinder world. Prone to anger, and prone not to expressing anger. Bottle it up. Drink the bottle.

What I learned, at almost Forty-two, is that I should never tell anyone anything. 

May I be granted the strength to take my pain inward, bear it quietly, with good old Uncle Walt's perfect nonchalance.