birthday

THIS IS THE FIRST POST AFTER MY BIRTHDAY, 1937 DEC. 28. ALMOST EIGHTY PERCENT OF A CENTURY. THAT'S A LOT OLDER THAN I EVER THOUGHT I WOULD BE.......SO WHAT HAVE I LEARNED IN ALL THAT TIME-NOT MUCH ABOUT THE BIG THINGS;  A HELL OF A LOT ABOUT THE MINUTIA.  I HAVEN'T A CLUE ABOUT THE MEANING OF LIFE. I GIVE  MY OWN EXISTENCE MEANING THROUGH SELF DELUSION.  FOR BRIEF PERIODS I ACTUALLY BELIEVE ART MATTERS AND THAT GOLF IS AN ADEQUATE REASON TO GET OUT OF BED.                    I MADE THE COMIC BELOW WHICH I BELIEVE EXPLAINS WHY WE ALL SUCK AT GOLF. I'M SURE MY OWN BRAIN IS OVERPOPULATED WITH NE'R DO WELL, ANARCHIST MISS-FITS;NOT UNLIKE SIGMUND AND LARRY--