David Brown

I’d like to brag a little bit here; but I guess it’s not bragging if you’ve done it, right? What I have done is make the best damn oyster stew in the entire frigging galaxy… that’s all. I frigging love my frigging cooking.

I hate getting older. Despite my keen cognitive abilities and massive accumulation of wisdom, style and knowledge from a life well-lived, well thought-out and enlightened by a few cursed decisions, I may have accumulated some foibles; one of which introduced itself to me tonight while at the grocery store picking ingredients for my oyster stew. My eye was itching as eyes sometimes do; even for a vigorous young beastly buck much my junior, so as a normal person would do, I reached up to rub my eye, but for some reason –that I still do not understand– I forgot to close my eyelid, sticking my finger thereby directly into my open eye. This was not a good plan and embarrassing if anyone happened to see what I had done. Additionally, at the checkout stand I’m sure I appeared to be crying as only the one tearing eye was facing the checkout person. I therefore pray to God that this is not due to my advancing age, but rather due to some stray muon from some distant galaxy striking the brain cell in charge of eye-closings; and thus, does not foreshadow things to come.