I want to die of malaria.
I want to walk on two broken feet, and know I’m gone a day in advance. But doubt it, because I’ve been so close before.
I want to fall on the floor and look up at thatch, choke in the arms of a brown-skinned girl. I want to hear the birds and be angry at them, and curse the gods in my pain.
Let me give them dying words not for their sake but for mine, and in my deadened eyes, let me forget them.
To use everything I’ve got. Go out in a wreck.
The highest flight crashes hardest.
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P.S. It’s my birthday! It’s been one year since I left my life behind and started a new one.
Drew Jacob, Rogue Priest
August 31st, 2012 at 8:55 am
Happy Birthday, Drew. Actually, I hope you have a great day and that you don’t go out in a wreck any time soon.
August 31st, 2012 at 3:03 pm
Haha, thanks Martha. I smile as I soar down the road and I laugh when I slug up each new hill.
August 31st, 2012 at 9:11 am
Happy Birthday, Drew, but please be careful what you wish for! We want to see you make your journey and complete this adventure. Stay safe.
August 31st, 2012 at 3:03 pm
Thanks Niniann! I bet I have a few years left in me.
August 31st, 2012 at 11:20 am
happy birthday dude!
August 31st, 2012 at 3:03 pm
Thank you!
August 31st, 2012 at 1:39 pm
Happy Birthday, Drew!!!
August 31st, 2012 at 3:05 pm
Thank you, Lynne.
August 31st, 2012 at 4:17 pm
A happy birthday, indeed. Here’s to hoping you fly the highest.
August 31st, 2012 at 4:56 pm
Happy happy birthday, Drew. May the coming year be filled with all you’ve dreamed of (except maybe the death parts!) and more.
August 31st, 2012 at 9:21 pm
I’d just like to say a full-hearted thank you to everyone for the birthday wishes. You guys are the best, and I’m honored to have you here to turn to and speak with as I adventure. Walk bravely forward, my friends!
August 31st, 2012 at 11:12 pm
Happy birthday, and safe journeying.
September 1st, 2012 at 12:46 pm
Thank you Em!
September 1st, 2012 at 6:43 am
Malaria: less fun than you might think. The drugs they give you for it make you see pretty pictures though.
Also, hope you had a good birthday.
September 1st, 2012 at 12:46 pm
Oh believe me, I don’t expect it to be fun…
And thank you!
September 11th, 2012 at 9:50 am
Happy Belated Birthday! Sorry for being late!
As for me, I want to go via hypothermia when I get too old to take care of myself. Just toddle off and sit under a big tree, leaving a note of where to find me with thanks for all those who helped me in my life journey, plus likely a bit of a will in there too. I like the way many plain’s tribes have went about it. The elder decides when it is their time and say their last goodbyes before everyone moves on (being nomadic) and are left behind. This is well shown in the short series Into The West. I wish it was something more acceptable in mainstream society.
September 11th, 2012 at 4:30 pm
Aww, tell them where to find you? I would go somewhere the animals will get you and hopefully vanish without a trace :)
September 11th, 2012 at 4:35 pm
I don’t like leaving people with no closure, and I’d request remaining there, at most buried there.