Thatreallyoldman

A lot to be said for it. Birth control used to seem so frustrating sometimes. Other times, not so much. Went for years with the not-very-foolproof pull-out-at-last-possible-moment technique. It created a little sideshow—how would it go this time?

Would I do it again? All of the reasons y’all cite are good ones. Mine was to avoid seeding anymore eggs. It would make no sense to make babies between today and the day I die. Still, sometimes I wonder if it was the right thing to do. That may just be my deep capacity for regret.

Was there the summer Elvis died. Saw Tito in a limo. Drank horrible Bogumil wine, many other very nice wines. Ate cevap. Bought cheese, bread, tomatoes and walked the railroad tracks out of town. Bantered with konobars. Ate mixed grill. Friends met the Elvis of BiH. He said he’d been born in the wrong place.