Bud has fallen. Twice. He is in the hospital living out act three of the existential comedy. Is the best case scenario that we live long enough to be made utterly miserable at every turn? Strange indignities and the ceaseless decline of skills? We asked him to stop driving after the first fall. We suppose that the second fall was not in direct response to the loss of his American right to the road.
Hopelessness has a way of creeping up on me. Sad that this photo, the first time Bud met Tom was the first picture of him I found. Tom is early in act one of the same play.
Fuck.
Saw Bud in the nursing home today, they finally cut his oxycodon perscription in half and he is less scattered and fuzzy now. He will be okay, and we hope will fully recover.
ReplyDelete...jimmy... bud is doing better - time to update the blog...
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