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The Last Day I Was Happy

Manka Bros., Khan Manka, Lester Aldrich, Those Damn Kids, East Lansing, Michigan, Those Damn Kids, Octogenarian, AARP, Alf Landon, old person blog, retirement sucksThe last day I was happy was August 3rd, 1976.  Maybe down the line a piece I’ll tell you what happened on that day.  But not today.  I’m too sick and tired to talk about something happy.

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.

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I Have A Goddamned Brown Spot The Size Of A Saucer On My Stomach

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I have a goddamned brown spot the size of a saucer on my stomach.  I don’t know what the hell it is.  It doesn’t hurt.  It doesn’t affect my ability to empty my bodily waste into the colostomy bag.  But it’s annoying as hell to look at.

Dick Shepherd’s got brown spots all over his body.  He never seems to complain about them.  That’s what I like about ol’ Shep.  He’s only got one quarter of a lung left, half a kidney, six fingers (out of  possible ten) and just one eye (and he’s damn near blind out of the other).  If ol’ Shep doesn’t complain, then neither will I.

THOSE DAMN KIDS have really outdone themselves over the last week.  Snotty Scotty has discovered stink bombs and loves to throw them in Mrs. Aldrich’s flower beds.  She cut half of one bush down because she thought they stank like the worst fucking shit ever (my words).

Every time Snotty Scotty throws another one it reminds me of Korea.  If I get hold of that little bastard, I’ll tell him about the stench of burning flesh.  That will teach him.  I wish we could keep a record of smells like a movie can capture images from the past.  If these stupid kids could just smell some of the horrors I’ve smelled, they’d treat me with the respect I deserve.

April is nearly here and I can only hope I’ll be dead before May.  I don’t know how long it takes little brown spots to work their magic, but it won’t be soon enough as far as I’m concerned.

As far as my plans for the rest of the spring go, me and Mrs. Aldrich will be in the bomb shelter eating beans and talking about war.

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.

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Things Aren’t As Funny As They Used To Be

 

Here it is, another morning that I managed to wake up.  Jesus fucking Christ.  Oh, well…

As I edge toward my 90s, things aren’t as funny as they used to be.

It’s not as funny when Mrs. Aldrich falls down the steps.  She gets hurt now and I have to get out of my chair to do something about it.

It’s not as funny on the Archie Bunker show when they flush the toilet.  It used to be so funny.  But that was 40 years ago.

It’s not as funny when I see Those Damn Kids fall down on their skateboards and break their legs.  There was a time a few years ago when I would laugh for days when that happened.  Now it’s just a couple of chuckles and I’m done with it.

Maybe it’s this terrible recession and my retirement savings going down the drain – or maybe it’s my horrible eyesight and my inability to see the television too clearly – or maybe I’m just dying and that’s just not as funny as it used to be.

Happy Valentine’s Day.

I’ll talk at you next week…

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