Death

I asked a friend what they would do if they were going to die tomorrow. “Get drunk,” they said. I laughed, but I felt sorry for them. But if I think about it, I would do something similar. I would get high probably, maybe even do heroin, if my death was a sure thing. I guess someday, it will be.

I am hoping that this is very early planning, but I want to live my life so that I can do heroin (the drug, not a person, though that would be nice too) on my deathbed. Also I want to be a missionary in some of the most dangerous parts of the world, like in my seventies, probably. That’s what my grandmother did, and I am inspired.