Remembered

If I’m remembered for anything — and it would be just as well if I’m forgotten. But if I’m remembered for anything, I’d like to be remembered as some nut, some homeless bum, who lived alone in the woods and had feral cats who head-butted me because they kind of loved me in their own weird way.

That is my “legacy.” Ha ha.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.