One More Day …

Reasons to Leave (PTSD)  … and my long days as a denizen of NYC will be over.  I’m happy and sad.  This photo reminds me that I may finally be over my post-9/11 PTSD.  Yet sometimes I go off into a coughing jag, and think of the debris that may be lodged in my lungs from working and living on Lower Broadway in the months afterward.  Will I end up with some strange variation of mesothelioma or an indeterminate lung disorder one day?  I certainly hope not.  But we’ve all got to leave this world one day.  Maybe that’s how I’ll make my exit.

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