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Is there finally and really anything to life other than food, shit, and sex?.

Where'd my youth go? Why didn't fame hold off old age and death? Why the hell did I leave the fame in the first place? Do I want it back? Could I have it back? And if I could, would it make any damned difference?.

If I could've told my daughter I loved her. Old fart had been a shark and a fool, and I was even a bigger fool for following him. Should've fired Colonel Parker by the time I got in the pictures.

The bulk of the bad was my own damn fault. And much of how life had treated me had been good.

Here I was complainin' about loss of pride and how life had treated me, and I realized.

Even a big bitch cockroach like you should know.

Of course, these days even a flutter was kinda reassurin'. I felt my pecker flutter once, like a pigeon havin' a heart attack, then lay back down and remain limp and still. It was the same to her as a house cat sneakin' a peek. She saw me as so physically and sexually non-threatenin', she didn't mind if I got bird's eye view of her love nest.

The revealing of her panties wasn't intentional or unintentional she just didn't give a damn.