Look, I have something to get off of my chest. I haven't been entirely honest with all of you. There are things about this that you don't want to know. Every time you decide to change things they just stay more the same. In the end all you get for your efforts is coal dust and sheet music. Well I am giving the world notice now that I am shuffling off. This rough beast is heading for the hills and beating a path to God's green acre. Anybody wants to come looking for me, good luck. I wish you and yours the best of the season and remember, if the good Lord's willing and the creeks don't rise, I'll come calling for you next year. And don't hold your breath because I won't be pushing up the ole daisies until I hear from the brethren. They hold a mirror up to my mouth and check to see that all the spit and polish is standing up to Father Time. In the morning you will have forgotten all of this because it's not even on your mind now. Convolutions or not, I want the capsule to be glistening and the tide rushing in. Save the monocle and go for Lasik. I sure am glad I did. Sayonara good buddy and keep the light on in the window. In fact why don't you tie a G.D. yellow ribbon round the old oak tree. And give her an extry twist for me, hegoblin!!!
