One day to go before they take the metal rods out of my right leg. The next day I turn eighty. Hopefully the day after that I can go home.
What is home? It's an apartment I share with another guy in Biloxi, MS across the bridge. What few things I have left in Life are stored there.
My room-mate is just some guy I pay rent to, he's an Uber driver.
That pretty much sums up what I've managed to achieve in eighty years of life on this earth.
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