That's cool.
I can handle the physical degradation. It's gonna happen. Even though I'm fit today, at 85 years old I'm not going to bench press my own weight. I'm not going to be able to beat the shit out of someone that might harm me.
I'm okay with that.
It's the degraded mental faculties that scare the shit out of me. Well, scare isn't really the right word. I find the idea of turning into a bumbling idiot so repulsive that I'd rather die.
If I had a low IQ, I'd have committed suicide decades ago. Well, I'd like to think that - but I'd have been stupid - perhaps too stupid to realize that I'm stupid.
I don't want to forget. I don't want to stop learning. I don't want to keep working my brain.
Then, there are some physical limitations. If I'm paralyzed or something like that, I'm so going to Switzerland or Norway and having 'em kill me.
It's about the quality of life.
As an aside, COF and I had hundreds of discussions about this on his way out, from the moment he knew he had cancer.
a drummer just stopped by and wants to play my songs and he just got a whole lot of band equipment from his dad including a 52 telecaster
Depending on the condition and color (1951 was when Fender renamed their solid body guitar a 'Telecaster') I'll pay $15,000 and a 1,500 finder's fee.
We been looking online for an image of it, apparently its a semi hollow body model in sunburst or tobacco or something like that
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