Thoughts on Anything

On Friday morning, my sister-in-law mentioned that one of her clients passed on the night before. As you may recall, my sister-in-law is a private caregiver for senior citizens. Most of her clients are fairly decrepit. Client turnover is frequent because of ... well, death. The recently deceased client was in bad shape. In the days before death, he could no longer speak.

A few mornings ago in the fast food joint in town, I had an opportunity to observe an old Filipino codger eating his breakfast, which consisted of one "value menu" hamburger and a large carbonated beverage. Have you ever wondered why senior citizens take forever to eat? The old guy took tiny bites of the hamburger and chewed each morsel 91 times on average.

I don't want to die, but I really cannot see myself existing as a shriveled up "vegetable." Worse is the case in which the mind turns to mush. At that point, one's life simply has lost all meaning. Even in the best case scenario, the gradual physical breakdown of the body is intolerable. Old age is torture.

Typical "Hardbody" Hottie

As I strolled through the food court dining area on my way to the fast food joint in town this morning, I saw someone smiling at me from the corner of my eye. From inside the fast food joint, I observed that the person in question was a chick. She was smoking a cigarette. There were two backpacks laying next to her, so I assumed that she was homeless. Baby got up and walked around. Surprisingly, she was an attractive babe. Her long curly hair was barely tied up with a blue hairband. She wore tight jeans, a leather jacket, and what looked like combat boots ... all clean. Baby was curvy, but very firm. In other words, a "hardbody." I assumed that she was recently made homeless. There was an air of defiance about her in the way she walked. Baby could probably take down anyone who attempted to take advantage of her.

Well, out of the three current James Bond flicks that I viewed, I enjoyed "Quantum of Solace" best. Unfortunately, it was a sequel to "Casino Royale." So, the plot would make little sense on its own. What lessons are learned from James Bond flicks? Never trust anyone. Kill, or be killed. Vengeance is mine (or yours).

Slob Manor (Read: Rental Housing) Mini-Update®
The "chef" has apparently found a new "squeeze." She looks as though she's barely 18 years old and appears to be of local Asian descent. The "chef" has also changed his look. He now sports a black "hoodie," usually with the hood over his head. Yeah, a 31-year-old "gangsta" culinary artist. Of course, the fool violated the house rules again by having baby spend the night with him in his squalid room.