It’s only rock and roll and I still like it. Even though your wife is dying and she might choose to do so on our first anniversary. Does that not rhyme with adversary? No, it does not. I really wish her heart surgery goes well tomorrow (it was sceduled for today and I spent the day thinking and worrying about it, too. For some reason it was postponed to tomorrow) and she pulls through somehow. I’ve never met her, but I’ve listened to you talking about her. She is an integral part of you, as far as I can judge. However, you said but five minutes ago: I’ll just drop you off, ok? and all I could answer was: No, it is not ok, but I know. As I am an integral part of myself, too. I tell you, folks, this is the story of my life. Having said that: if the same were happening to me, if my husband were about to die, I would propably be in the same kind of state and need. Looking for support and sympathy without having the capacity to repay kindness. I spent the evening listening to you spilling your guts. And don’t we all need that much leeway from time to time? Yes, we do and we are entitled to it. However, I am still here, left alone and I have to find a way to cope. What more can I do than turn to the great unknown public in cyberspace, pour myself a drink and listen to the music?
Ween, Even if you don’t
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