Retirement
How goes the old adage... be careful for what it is you wish?
I think back the many years, wooing Becky O’Brien, finally dating, thinking it was I on the prowl, seeking the company of a woman of such charm, beauty and nous.
Such a set up. The hunter became the hunted. I was prey. And amongst so many predators!
“Did you take your pills, Ryan?” Ms. O’Brien enters the kitchen interrupting my thoughts.
“No, Ma’am.”
“You know it’s the only way to lessen the pain and discomfort.”
“Yes, but... well... the permanency... it’s sort of...”
“Yes, overwhelming. Your gold pod is not going to grow, Ryan. Your p***s needs to shrink. If you need more therapy in adjusting, one aspect of your retirement benefits is a session at Second Street. More if you desire.”
Ms. O’Brien’s words are k
