We're practically best mates you and I!

So we are! That's why I feel comfortable telling you this:

Lately I've been preparing for my death.

I plan to die to oldness, unless I trip on my cats, but it's never too early to prepare for ones death. And I don't want to own lots of stuff when I die. Unless it's dirty underwear. That I plan to start to collect at the age of 70. Combining that to my drug user and alcoholic career that I also plan to start at 70, that should make a lovely pile of inheritance. Or would it be archaeological digs? Don't know, don't care. But my photos that I haven't published the people going through my stuff will never see!

So I've been going through my photos. Digital ones and on film. And the ones that I throw away, I first stare a long time so that I can still remember it when I'm 99 years old. And then I just toss it away and that's it. And when years go by, I'll go through the same folders again and again and eventually there will be nothing left.

Or was this secret a little bit too much?

I hope we can still be friends after this.

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Galen?

GALEN?!?!

GAAAAAALEEEEEEEEN!?!?

Hmph. I think this friendship was doomed from the beginning. But you started it! You just HAD to depart from Pangea with your own continent some 100 million years ago. So your fault, not mine!

_{...I've been sleeping very well lately, thanks for asking.} 😁