Not Again...

I’d been asleep for only a little over three hours and was in the middle of a great jam session with George Harrison. We were really wailing together on our guitars. Then the phone rang and woke me up....

A pox on telephones! A plague on people who think everyone in the frickin’ world lives in the 8 to 5 hamster wheel! A curse on medical receptionists who are chatty and perky when it’s obvious by my slurred speech and inability to understand what they’re trying to tell me that my brain is functioning on only two cylinders and my mouth hasn’t gotten the memo that the brain factory has been suddenly forced to fire up!

Okay. Get a grip, Waller. Coffee’s ready.

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