The decision

The decision has been made.

I can't tell anyone but you. I can't share this with family or "friends."  If I tell the VA psychiatrist, she'll have me committed, delaying the inevitable.

long sigh...

Yesterday, I sold all my records for $100.00.  Albums.  12" singles.  45s dating back to my very first high school DJ gig in 1982.  Gone.

The buyer said that his son was fascinated with vinyl.  Enjoy the music, my brother.

Yes, the decision has been made, and I'm kinda relieved.  Some will be shocked, and some not-at-all surprised.  Others will be deeply hurt.  I'm sorry--I can't continue living in this sad, angry, defeated state just to spare them a bit of grief.  I'm miserable.  It's time for me to go.

tears...