last night. yeah. I wimped out. there I was all dressed up. and I didn't go out last night. ...and the reason why, you ask? I had this down and out feeling. back was hurting. head was throbbing. had this warm sweat.
yeah. kept thinking of my father.. quote, "TOO MUCH GOOD TIME, BAD TIME IS COMING!"
so, I peeled off all my clothes. and just laid in bed all night. ..good thing I did too. this morning I woke up weak. ..imagine what would have happened if I tried to push myself. UGH! just the thought scares me.
it's about 3pm now. woke up at around noon time. a cup of hot coffee has started up my engine. called up F7 to see what he was up to. dinner at 6pm, he says. I'm game. get this text from jack dawson inviting me to a free meal at terminal 21 at 4pm. had to decline because of dinner at 6pm with F7. I call up super glenn. trading notes.
get word from errol flynn. he's coming back to bangkok from pattaya. ETA 3pm thereabouts. ..he's probably back now.
for my breakfast, I munched on some spam lite that F7 brought me from the states. that plus a hot cup of coffee seems to have eased the body pain I get more often than I wish nowadays.
the young folks don't understand all the body pain that people get when they get older. ..I KNOW. because I was at one time one of those young folks.
I remember vividly like it was yesterday the numerous times when I was in my pre-teens arguing with my 88 year old grandmother about her controlling the thermostat in our house in oregon way back when.
she would always set it to around 85 degrees F. and the norm in the states in that region was 70 degrees F. I thought she was just crazy wanting to mess around with everybody's mind and all.
but hey. now I understand why. 45+ years later. yeah. I understand. and yes, I feel bad for shouting at her at times back then. ..didn't know. ..just didn't know. ..I was really stupid when I was a kid. ..peeing in the streets in front of the cops. ..walking into street poles because I was reading comics while walking. ..it's a wonder I'm still alive now. honest to god! a wonder.
when I was around 8 years old, I remember causing all these cars crashing into houses because I walked across the street without first looking both ways. (yeah. stupid. right?)
..old memories. ..really old memories.
ME at 8 years old.. check out the grin.
ME with some of the lounge lizards 50 years later..
alive and kicking.
my mom and dad. circa. 1964. dad with his 15+ year old pants. ..TOO MUCH GOOD TIME, BAD TIME COME! bless their souls.