Justice, he received none, but persevered.
Too many ideas! Not enough time!
Blue skies, clouds, rain; good growin’.
(Though I’d more likely pay to read Sampiro’s)
Not a piece of playground equipment.
(I’ve been telling my kids to put that on my tombstone since they were tiny…and used me as such)
This one time, at band camp.
Hold on, I’m not done yet…
Fifty-two years, head still hurts.
Interested in all things; mastered none.
Kinda handsome, kinda smart, kinda nice.
Damn. If I only knew then . .
Just when things were looking up.
Why fight rip currents? Ride them!
Should have redeemed that life insurance.
My sister told me Stephen Colbert answered this question with Well, I Thought It Was Funny. Inspired by that, I think I’ll go with:
I did it for the lulz!
More of an epitaph than a memoir:
“He knew how to have fun.”
What a short trip this was!
Subtitle: Make it longer next time, OK?
Kinda ugly, kinda dumb, kinda mean. (A Sequel.)
You’ll never take me alive, assholes!
I told you I was sick!
I can’t believe it’s finally over.