We got hit with a lot of celebrity deaths leading up to and after my mother's passing.
It was really a merciless beat-down.
So, he was best the human being to come out of the retroactive train-wreck of "The Cosby Show".
The thing that sucks hardest about these shows that have a monster for a star is the other cast members who didn't do anything wrong, and that their legacy gets tarred and/or erased along with the asshole.
Warner did a lot of good for the world, and he's the one that dies.
Cosby's still fucking breathing.
And there's no one you can blame.
Mother nature killed him. A stupid fucking wave sucked him up.
Kee-rist.
For every sunrise and lilac, there's a hurricane or a Venus flytrap.
Nature has its pointy side.
I'm aware of it after every Maine winter I live through.
And looking back at all the winters I helped Ma live through.
Fucking 15 of 'em. It really felt like locking down in a zombie invasion every time.
Warner got gotten in summer in Costa Rica.
Frigging paradise. You never know when your number's up.
A good lesson to live without fear.
Hiding under the bed won't save you, so you might as well go for it.
No comments:
Post a Comment