I live life according to something I call the rocking chair philosophy which simply states that when I'm old and reflecting over my life whilst in a rocking chair, I most certainly don't want to bore myself to sleep.
In line with this I have found myself at the top and bottom of society's food chain, have included CEO's and hobo's amongst my acquaintances, have traveled the world fairly extensively, have pursued a few extreme sports, have immersed myself in a couple of differing spiritual faiths, have stepped over on to the wrong side of the law, have supported people in need, have failed needy people, have been married and divorced, a member of society as well as a social hermit and have been both a responsibly sober citizen and far out dope smoking hippie.
Through it all I have discovered a thriving on knowing life is unpredictable and having reached the phase of life where my wisdom should have matured, I have discovered all I want is to live in a small mountain cottage, play fusion jazz, write to my heart's content and try to emulate Garfield who just happens to be my hero. Finally, being an Aquarian I have very little interest in reality and spend most of my time up in the clouds.
A solid bank of low grey cloud scudded sullenly over Vienna, drenching everything with cold, damp drizzle. In the streets, people hurried along under umbrellas and although it was early morning, traffic was moving with headlights on. In a poorer part of the city a black Fiat stood alongside the kerb. Across the street on the ground floor of a decrepit building was a shop stacked with an untidy assortment of old furniture and the faded sign above the door proclaimed: "ABEL WEISMANN" "SECOND HAND FURNITURE DEALER" Two men sat inside the car huddled against the cold, casting furtive glances a...
More..Robert Sutherland
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