His life was never what he really wanted it to be; but at 70, he decided that for the rest of it he would have as many friends, cheeseburgers and orgasms as he could.
The breast implants, the new bras, the facial makeup and the hair never got her where she wanted to go, and in the end it all succumbed to wear-and-tear and gravity.
Very few people could see cancer as she could, as a gift that opened her eyes to the essence and the sublime in life.
He realized before his death that in loving his family he loved the world because all of his five children went out into that world and really changed it.
He could conjure up every demon, every anxiety, every fear to lock himself down; and all it did was make his life miserable and exhausting.
He worked for several police departments, was cited for bravery many times and really cared about people, but one time driving drunk and he was dead.
As an extremely successful businessman, he made many friends and gave generously to his favorite charities, but none of his children liked him at all.
He spread mulch all day, came home and had a couple of beers, took a long, hot shower and sat down and read James Joyce.
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