Anyway, I was thinking about dying too, and how crazy that is.
I mean, you're running around and
okay, all the time…
when I hear on the radio that so-and-so croaked
at such-and-such an age.
I do the math.
Like if the person was eighty, I think, “Man, that gives me like thirty-five years.”
I can do a lot in thirty-five years.
But if the person died at, fifty say… I think,
“Boy, I better get busy, I’ve got a lot of stuff to do and no time to do it.”
Talk about crazy.