“Well, I hope you understand, but I had to go back to the island.”
I understand, Mrs. Bukowski, but there is nowhere, no island, to go back to. That was just a TV show.
“Well, I’m near the end, and I just ain’t got the time.”
The thing is, you’re all goofified, Mrs. Bukowski. You’re in a home for the elderly. And you’ve been just a little off your biochemical best the last few days. So what you say now probably means nothing at all. It’s just a rehash of everything you’ve ever known, or read, or heard, or seen, or believed at one point that you ever knew, or read, or heard, or saw. Does that make any sense whatsoever to you?
“Well, I’m so worried, don’t know where to go.”
Don’t stress your sassy little spirit about that now, Mrs. Bukowski. Your family is paying premium dinero for a top-shelf creche here at our fabled YogaDabbaDoo facilities. And as we say, in all lower-case letters: there is nowhere to go, only be.
“Well, all right, so I’m being foolish.”
Not at all. You just missed this afternoon’s dab of your favorite, kotton kandy kush. And, as a result, the harsh realities of aging bodily existence have been flooding in to your poor little system without the analgesic euphorics that are usually supporting your chillax hang here at YDD.
“Well, time is marching on.”
Indeed it is, Mrs. Bukowski. Indeed it is. How are you feeling now?
“Well, it feels alright, and everything is really ok.”
Excellent. Most excellent. That’s what we like to hear. *A little dab’ll do ya!* Is there anything else you’d like now?
“Well, all of my good-time buddies don’t even come around.”
We are very sorry that many of your friends and contemporaries have passed. But that is the way the world works, you know. Alive one day and then gone. The ocean of life.
“Well, I could a had religion.”
Your sure could have, Mrs. Bukowski. We all could still.
“Well, nobody loves me, babe.”
Oh, not true, Mrs. Bukowski. Not true at all. We care for you very much. And your family loves you.
“Well, well, well, hold my hand.”
There, there, Mrs. Bukowski. Can you feel that? Why don’t we get you all ready for your bath. Won’t that be nice? You certainly usually enjoy your bath time. Let’s just get you all ready.
“Well, I’m ready.”
You sure are, Mrs. Bukowski. You sure are.