Today, like most days, I cruised up to the golf course to have a couple beers under the beer tree with the guys.
One by one, they take off, until just 3 of us were left.
Myself, whatever he is, and a good friend, Tommy.
Tommy's wife is not well. She has pretty bad dementia. I asked Tommy if she was combative or mean. He said no.
Then, my whatever, said, "Oh, yeah, that's really bad if they get mean."
My freaking jaw hit the floor. I was absolutely flabbergasted.
So I looked right at him and said, "It really is hard when they get mean." Honestly, I doubt that he made the connection.
Because let me tell you, this guy, he's mean. He's not physical, much, probably because he knows I would tell my son. But emotionally, I am being put through the wringer.
Not for much longer, though. I'm not quite sure what is going to happen, but I know it's gonna be big and it's gonna be great!
This is the next cigar box, I'm listing it as soon as I post this.
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