Through it all, I had love.
Six words are too many.
It was uphill all the way.
Fifty years in the same trade.
I never knew you, Ana Ng.
All that hard work – for this?
blah blah blah
yada yada yada
I did it my way, mostly
I came, I saw, I died
Why can’t I get over her?
Got the hell out of Texas.