Years of alcohol abuse alongside copious amounts of medications, initially for arthritic pain and later insomnia, took their toll on His health. A series of car accidents only exacerbated His addictions and He eventually underwent a series of surgeries for a stomach ulcer in 1959. Coupled with a deteriorating liver and the need for a blood transfusion, by 1962 He had lost a significant amount of weight, reaching a low of 30 kg (66 pounds). Drifting in and out of consciousness for several months, He died at age 47 at His villa in Plascassier (Grasse), on the French Riviera, on 10 October 1963, the day before filmmaker and friend Jean Cocteau died.
His last words were “Every damn thing you do in this life, you have to pay for.
***Originally there were a lot of words here that made light of the fear of drowning. I probably shouldn’t do that. I have been able to swim and completely unafraid of drowning since I can remember. You’d have to be hellbent to drown yourself. If you learn to swim you’ll wonder why you waited so long. People can float. That is not my arrogant opinion.
Now flying, on the other hand, is harder. I’ve had the power of flight for quite some time and it comes in damn handy. It’s kinda hard to teach though. I always end up with these Nervous Nelly types for students and when it comes time to soar or sink, they practically always disappoint me.
“Why do we have to start way up here on the 7th floor? Can’t I just go up on the roof of the garage?”
You’ve never heard such whining.
“Driving barometer of wellness” — love it ❤️ Seriously, when I get behind the wheel and I have even an inkling of resent from something completely unrelated, I can morph into a guzzolene searching mad max man.
Self-critique and follow up improvement are huge for me in the here and now even if the offense is only minor.
What I remember from the 80’s is a marriage consisting of 2 kids who didn’t know how to play well with others. Oh, and one of them was kind of a j——-. One day she said to him, “Are you ——- —- — —- or —-?” He giggled and that was the start of something broken.
I’ve always been guilty of the worse kind of the above behavior. Usually I do something stupid and it teaches me a lesson for awhile, but never enough of a lesson for long enough.
Due to the topic being current here on the bang! I was conscience enough this morning to pay attention and do the right thing for the wride home. It feels/felt good.
I’ve been aware of driving being a barometer of how well I’m doing in the world since at least 1983. ‘83 was the first year I was seriously sober. Guys that I hung out with knew the “driving barometer of wellness” thing and they insisted I learn. Maybe they were trying to tell me something. You have captured the essence of these lessons well. Carry on.