floated by, what the excitement was all

about; his health was failing - was being

reduced to skin and bone.

Didn't really matter as he was taking

umpteen drugs intravenously, but they

weren't of any help - any hope of a

speedy recovery was too far gone.

At this point in time he had nothing

to loose; his wife had left him after

he was no longer muscular - even

his faithful dog ran off.

So, he decided to poke his head in

Cloud Number 9 to take a look-see

Saw a place where people who had

his disease get a little bit slower.

They all exhibited the same symptoms

All manufactured by the doctors and the

pharmecutical companies; and then had

the reps deliver them on a silver plate.

Now, it was all too clear; his memory

did a 180 - "You'll sustain nothing worse

than a few side effects;" "For example,

in just a few short months you'll be dead!"

"In other words, when the Grim Reaper

knocks at your door, let him spend the

night; 'cause you'll be leaving in the

mourn;" "No need to pack your bags."

"Gee, doc, thanks a lot!" "How much

do I owe you?" "Just your life - now

go on, get outta here!" "Nurse, be

sure you notify his next of kin."

Before he pulled his head out of Cloud

Number 9, a hearse drove by; saw a

coffin inside; was laying there - nothing

but skeletal remains holding divorce papers.

'2008' RLS