I don’t much like talking about this…

Death is never clean. The stink of bladder and bowels letting go. The coppery smell of blood. The shakes from the adrenaline dump. The smell of burnt hair and charred meat. I couldn’t eat pork chops for about 10 years… just the smell made me gag.

There’s a saying. The first one is expensive. The rest are free. This is pretty damn accurate.

Some guys face an existential crisis and have a breakdown. Some guys act like it’s taking out the trash. The point is, you won’t know which one you are until it actually happens.

And that’s about all I’m gonna say about that.

The wicked flee when none pursueth..." - Proverbs 28:1