My father had cataract surgery yesterday morning and I went with Maisie and my mother to bring him there.
Out of the blue, I felt a sharp pain in my right shoulder blade. 365 more words
Back in the eighties and nineties, the only way to hear stuff off the beaten track outside of John Peel and clubs was to take a punt on albums speculatively. 926 more words
Throughout this brainstorm, there were many times I felt that we were at a turning point—for the worse. But the next few days were the most critical we had ever faced. 2,071 more words
If the world were ending, what would I do with the time left…
Spend it with family and friends, take a shit load of morphine due to no time for negative consequences and I’d like to remember how it feels not to be in pain, kiss everyone I see (who isn’t gross) and probably take up nudism now nobody will survive to judge my saggy tits.