re: #48 The Shadow Do

As you get older the idea of “he went quietly in his sleep” becomes less and less appealing. Fuck it, have a drink, shout out an epithet and then die. Say I.

“No… you’re right, Ed. A parachute not opening… that’s a way to die. Getting caught in the gears of a combine… having your nuts bit off by a Laplander, that’s the way I wanna go!”