"To Make this world Work for me. And I won't Waste it."--Devolution

3.  “Love is not all.  It is not meat, nor drink.”

When I start over at  38, I choose to start over.  The house I live in is on Duffy Street in Garland Texas, and I’m told by my excited neighbor is that Garland is the model they use for Arlen in “King of the Hill.”  My neighbor’s name is Doughtry, and I smile as he sits on his lawnmower, a beer in his hand, and  he wipes the sweat off his bald head. 

Sometimes, I wonder if he knows, there is a singer named Doughtry, or is he actually the character from King of the hill, Bill Doughtry or is it Dautreux, whatever the case, he is 56 and has lived in Garland all his life—his wife left him in 1997, and I left the woman who I thought would be my wife about 5 weeks ago.

          Bill is far from a stickler about where he throws his beer cans, so when he goes inside, I pick them up.  Thus far, my days are a continued run of doing exactly what I want, and eating what I want.    My roommates drink quite a bit—lapsed in their own comatose sadness, but thus far, I  have only rarely felt like crying.

Each day is the same, Bill drinks, I mope, and each day we both start over.