Probably Should Just Wear a Muzzle

Terry was right. Cosmic didn’t have much time left.

And the only thing I can think to say is Fuck. Fuckity fuckity fuck fuck.

Which is why I’m rarely the person people look to when writing a proper eulogy.

But  hey, we’ve all got our personal styles of grieving.  I just happen to become one with my inner-tourette’s.

As I head to Iowa for my friend Allison’s funeral, it would be in everyone’s best interest were I to get my mouth under control.

Fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck fuck fuck fuck.

And amen.