I’ll be turning sixty-one tomorrow. And I’m dang glad to be here, creeping ever so closer to becoming a Medicare and Social Security burden on the Millennial Generation, since my fiftieth birthday ‘present’ was a room key at The Hotel Melanoma. I’ve been way, way luckier during my extended stay than all too many of the other Hotel guests. So if anyone wants to give me a birthday present tomorrow, I hope it’ll be a donation to fund melanoma treatment research.
Still hoping to someday check out of The Hotel Melanoma with a diagnosis of a durable cure, I’ll sign off with a slight twist to Eric Clapton’s “Call Me the Breeze”…
Well, they call me the geez
'Cuz I keep rollin' down the road
They call me the geez
'Cuz I keep rollin' down the road
I ain't got C in body
I ain't carry me no load
Ain't no change in the leather
Ain't no change in me
Ain't no change in the leather
Ain't no change in me
I ain't hidin' from mole buddies
Pray mole buddies hidin' from C
I got that ‘screen right, baby
I got to keep movin' on
I got that ‘screen right, baby
I got to be movin' on
I might check out of Hotel ‘Noma
I might get brown nostalgia, I don’t know
They call me the geez
As I keep rollin' down the road
They call me the geez
'Cuz I keep rollin' down the road
I ain't got C in body
I ain't carry me no load
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