One more time Kadizzle awakened suffering from the devastation. With a head that felt like it had been filled with concrete the Kadizzle slowly managed to clear the sinus enough to breath. Of course there was a side dish of torn muscles in the left leg. Kadizzle asked Winky to make a reservation at the funeral home.
Recently Kadizzle bragged he had gone so long without a could or flue he could not remember. Now, the devastation has set in an will not leave. Kadizzle got the epizootic from his little grandson. The old body is crumbling. Kadizzle just turned 73, never thought Kadizzle would make it this far. Crumbling is a process. Hopefully Kadizzle can fight the rolls of chicken meat that have accumulated around the middle, lick the devastation and wander comfortably to the finish line.
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