The Stuff Of Life

Last night, I was talking to an old friend online. He has lived out in San Francisco for some time now, but he's originally from Baltimore. He was drinking tequila while he made his dinner.

Today he sent me a news article debunking past medical advice that we drink eight glasses of water a day, calling it a health myth. I told him I did so nonetheless, as I like the taste of water, and I prefer to think I'm keeping my system hydrated and flushed.

I told him how the night before, a television ad had come on for Don Eduardo Tequila and I had thought of him. "More like Don Pardo," he replied. Then he added. "…like my champagne….Dom DeLuise."

We didn't get around to discussing the dangers of Hyponatremia: fatality from water intoxication (too much Ecstasy.) Maybe we'll save that for another time. We did discuss the living dead, and I don't mean the party girl who had a heart attack from dancing for eight hours, blowing a whistle.

His neighbor is dying of a pancreatic cancer. He told me, "One day I saw him and something told me inside he was dead . I said, "You can see death inside people at times. I know twice in my life I've looked into someone's eyes and seen death lurking in there. It's like they've already given up and let death in." He replied, "Yeah. I couldn't drink at a bar one night because the bartender looked like a corpse. I told my friend this and he was laughing, that was Thanksgiving. On New Years, they found his corpse in his apartment. He had stroked out over Christmas."

:::Thinking About The Whistle Song by Pulsedrive:::