Sometimes I joke about things, and later they happen, or they are already there. Sometimes I write about things, and they also happen, though not quite in the way I wrote about them.
That can get kinda scary some times.
An ancient bud of mine is leaving us via Endura. He's had enough. He's been through more than anyone should go through. Blind, PTST, so many injuries. . .very happy to go to the next realm.
See ya later when you get to where you're going, Robert Grey. Protector of your clan, philosopher, Buddha! You'll probably meet your best friends of the past in a couple of days, huh? No clue when I'll see you again. Maybe you'll haunt my dreams.