"someday you will do nothing and be nobody"

Hey, I think you found me: a retired and very tired old man living alone and loving it. As the bumper sticker says, Retired: Nothing To Do And All Day To Do It.

Am I nobody? I'm sure to most type A people that I am guilty as charged.

I don't feel any more worthy or worthless than ever, but it's hard to be objective about oneself, no? (In fairness to me, you won't get an objective opinion of me from my ex-wife either, because, look, I was drunk when I said and did most of those things.)

I think that was a throwaway line (see above) by Freddie. He's a fast thinker and writer of profuse, but very interesting scripts, probably of all sorts. He probably even has a book of unpublished poems and a screenplay or two, and, of course, a novel. If so, I bet they're complex, stuffed with data, description, events, no local color, and people, whom he consistently compares to himself, in short, a think-piece. Which is fair: Who would one know better and what do we know less of than another's thoughts? Even the gods are unaware of our musings till we choose to reveal them, sometimes for cash, sometimes for fame, sometimes for both, sometimes because we have nothing else to do, like me, here, looking for something, god knows what.

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