My Cardiologist...

suggests that I cut down on salt and ranting. Eat aspirin and fleshy green vegetables. Exercise and lose weight.

I think he doesn't like me, because apparently he wants to treat somebody completely different.

And yet, if he had his way, he wouldn't be able to afford that house of his that is worth five times mine; or the several cars he drives -- each of which also cost more than my house.

I hope I die early enough to deprive him of something.

But live long enough to enjoy thinking about it.

I'm sure there is an upside.

But I don't
              have
                     any more time
       to spare.