Once upon a very very very long time ago… my father tried in vain to teach me the value of money all wrong to me who cares more about THERMODYNAMICS than anything else that is utterly useless… especially after death

His take about was something like this…

“Quand tu auras la piqûre de l’argent… tu va en vouloir d’autres”…

But…. as SLICKZZZ. et al… can attest….

Through thick & thin…. never shed a useless tear about what was going on that mattered to me directly….

NOW THAT THE TABLES ARE TURNED….

Dear Father has ALZHEIMERS…. slotted into a long term care home….

AND

CRYING THAT HE WANTS TO COME HOME AND FOR ME TO TAKE HIM AWAY FROM HIS SELF DELUSIONS OF ARROGANCE, IGNORANCE AND WANT OF NOTHING ELSE THAN PEACE….

AIN’T KARMA A SON OF A BITCH…

MORAL OF THE STORY…

KNOW THYSELF ELSE YOU GET & BE FUCKED BY THOSE WHO THINK THEY LNOW BETTER THAN YOURSELVES….

Little pity… when I needed a hand up from my divorce…

TOUGH LOVE WAS THE NAME OF THAT GAME

NOW… THE NAME OF MY GAME…

NOTHING TO THINK OF BUT HOW TO UNFUCK YOURSELF FOR AS LONG AS IT TAKES IN THE REALM OF NOTHING….

Actually he’s been given a permanent VIP mission…

Better buckle up bozos…. cause when your numbers are up….

MY GUARANTEE

PERIOD

END OF STORY

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