The Spartans have broken my heart again in the NCAA tournament. Next year, they will do the same – if I live that long. It’s always cold as Hell in this God forsaken Michigan! I don’t think I’ll ever be warm again.
THOSE DAMN KIDS can do whatever they want to me and Mrs. Aldrich today… I just don’t care.
If you want to throw rocks at Mrs. Aldrich… well then goddamned get on with it!
If you want to stick vegetables in the tailpipe of my car… then knock yourselves out!
If you want to dump wet cement over my rose bushes again – it’s all yours, boys!
If you want to stick super glue under the door handle of the car so Mrs. Aldrich’s hand gets stuck again – nobody named Lester is going to stop you!
I’m not going to kill them today because I just don’t care enough to kill.
This is my 86th March 25th and whoop-ti-fucking-do, what a day it is. Bring on the Slivovitz.
I’ll talk at you next week…
Lester Aldrich is a freelance columnist for Octogenarian Magazine. Manka Bros. Studios is not responsible for any action by our freelance writers. If Mr. Aldrich actually kills someone, that’s his problem. Manka Bros. cannot (and will not) be held responsible.