Embrace advancing age, or die trying.

I recently got a secret message in the mail. It informed me that I now qualify for entry into a special club, a club that takes most of a lifetime to gain entry. All I had to do was stay alive, which for me, as an ex hope to die junkie,  has been quite an …

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Not so great: scoped and doped

I’ve been a wanted man for over five years, running from doctors all over Seattle. At the mention of the word colonoscopy, I would pucker and retract like a defiant sea anemone. My last doctor instilled no confidence whatsoever. He had W.C. Fields facial features and a Parkinson’s-like tremor. I could not take my eyes …

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