My friend Patrick and I go way back...well, neither one of us remembers how far, and neither one of us cares. The Lady tells me that he has Dementia, which means he forgets things...I wonder what she says behind my back? Anyway, I just want to acknowledge Patrick as a very wise man. He let me take care of him one afternoon, as shown in the picture - "Kuka style", which means chillin' - Pat and I know that there's nowhere to go, and death is coming soon enough, so why rush it? Just chill, baby, and BE.
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