EXTEMPORANEOUS NEW YEAR’S EVE POST
So a year ago I had a fall that almost killed me, twice. Since then I have taken exquisite care not to fall again. While dining with a friend tonight I got a unexpected call from an … interesting … person from my past. A person who leaves a wave of destruction in her wake. (She escaped from jail again.) So I get back to the table, sit, and my chair collapses and down I go. A chair I was only in because of a cat. Bruised, but nothing broken. Too many weird coincidences there, especially on New Year’s Eve. It’s stuff like this that makes me wonder if I did die in the fall and my life since then is a last dying dream. I think I will drink tonight after all. Skol my friends, hope to see you all next year.
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