I was thinking about the finale of it all. How somebody can leave your world in a blink of an eye and be gone forever. It’s to enormous to think about. It’s to hard. And then you’re just supposed to go on, right? Like, just deal with it. I mean really, you’re supposed to be sad for about as long as the flowers last, and then it’s time to go back to telling jokes and reminiscing about the old days. I don’t have any jokes to tell. As a matter of fact I hope I never hear another joke as long as I live. And the old days are just that, just old days that are gone.
