Woke up this morning ... several times ... planning to go to work.  Ate breakfast at Perry's Cafe, then returned to my humble abode (temporary), at the El Rio Motel outside Old Town, and picked up my messages.  Opps ....

The VA Doctor phoned leaving me a message to get to the hospital immediately.  There is a growth, possible tumor, 6.4 cm on my liver, and a smaller one that is constricting or blocking the anterior portal.  They have scheduled me an appointment with the doctor, and want me to schedule with the Liver Clinic (hold the onions), and the Oncology Clinic.  OOOOOhhhhhh  mmmmyyyyyyy!  

Well, not to worry.  The pain from the Osteoarthritis is aggravating, and the fact that I've pretty much lost all the material possessions I've owned gets me down a little.   The female of our species, who benevolently kidnapped my cats, Patches and Wubba, and turned them in to the Animal Shelter ... where they have since been murdered ... did the worst of all misdeeds to this man.  Would have preferred she kill me instead.  My heart has been broken since last August when she did the deed, so life is pretty much, "So what more can this world do to hurt me?"  My answer, not much, so f__k it.

I don't fear death any longer, nor do I give a rats ass about living or dying at this point.  I own nothing of value to anyone, with the exception of a few first edition books, so the only thing I have to lose any longer, is misery.  And I welcome the chance to lose that.

A little note here to Rhythm, of Rhythm and the Method (Local SD Band) ...

As I said before ... I've known you since time began, and will know you again next time around.  Somehow, we manage to find each other over and over, even if for but a few brief moments.  If brought back again, I will see you here ... if not, then, I will see you on the other side little sister.  All my love to you and Noah, and know that I hold you both close in my heart forever.