...Thank you, SF.
When I first reached his place, he was taking a nap, I said I'd call an hourish later, had my first computer session at the SF Main Library.
I called back and he was in the bathroom, they aapologized, said call back in a 1/2 hour.
I did, but I had to vacate the library for reasons I'll outline in my " Someone jumpred off a balcony height " post, I got to the MUNI/BART station at Powell Street, had to make change, when I reached him and they got him to the phone, he kind of wasn't feeling it and didn't come to the phone, the staff there put me on speaker, I said HB etc....and sang a bit of appropriately rewritten " Hello, Dolly " as I'd writtes a parody similarly on his birthday card, as one of my B-Day gifts to him was the Bette Midler OCA CD of ~ class? ` " Hello, Dolly! ", which title song I just finished listening to on YT and will start again now.
Am I trying to " be liked " here by writing this? Well, IT'S TRUE.
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Renal kidney failure, congestive heart failure, COPD. Can't really get up from a floor position unhelped anymore:-(.
One of the walking wounded ~ SMASHED DOWN by life and age, now prevented from even expressing myself! SOB.
" Oh, no! First you have to PROVE you deserve to go away to college! " ~ My mother, 1978 (the heyday of Andy Gibb and Player). I would still like to go.
My life destroyed by Thorazine and Mellaril - and rape - and the Psychiatric/Industrial Complex. SOB:-(! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !! !!