re: #108 Fat Bastard Vegetarian

I’m hoping that my “end of life” care includes a metro bus (or train) and a 60 mph speed.

I want to go like my dad. At 88 years old, he’d never sat foot in the hospital, when to sleep one night and did not wake up. Of course, he was a old Greek and ate much better than me. A meal for him was a piece of fruit, some feta cheese and bread, with the occasional serving of lamb or lemon soup.