I'm living in the breakdown years and I find myself wondering how I'm gonna go. will I age gracefully like an old oak tree or fall into shambles like an abandoned factory. will I crumble like some ancient monument to better days long forgotten or will I decay like a pile of mulch. will I slide to the bottom of that long hill gradually like a toboggan running out of speed or fall to earth in a flash like a satellite in fiery orbital decay. will my veins encase and suffocate me like overgrown vines wrapped around a junk car in the woods will my dna go haywire and change me into someone I no longer recognize. will I lose my heart will I lose my mind will I lose my way on the way to the exit. I'm still a lot more afraid of getting sick than I am of dying I hate the idea of having to endure some protracted illness that eats me up beats me down and leaves me hanging on to life like a broken door in a broken house hanging from the last screw in its last hinge. there's no shortage of horrible exit scenarios and given what a big deal it is and the fact that we only get to do it once I think we oughta have some say in how it happens. personally I think being struck by lightning is the way to go bang zap kaput flash-fried instant gratification you're done you're dust you're outta here but I understand that sort of thing can be very hard to arrange.
The breakdown years by Rick Belden, unless otherwise expressly stated, is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-No Derivative Works 3.0 United States License.