Stairway to Oblivion

Alzheimer’s is a wonderful disease for older people whose lives have basically ended anyway. It is a medical condition that destroys our memory. It sends, hurtling into oblivion, all of the memories of our past relationships, jobs, kids and bad decisions. Couples who live together for many years and now share this corrosive and invasive disease are like humans in a drug haze - yesterday is gone and today is all that is left, and that too shall dissipate very quickly.

I love the idea of getting Alzheimer’s because I’ll be able to finally forget my company going bankrupt. I’d forget the betrayals at the hands of all the sycophants in my life. To me Alzheimer’s is like taking an eraser from the blackboard of my mind. Today, I think about the quasi-criminals like Bill Lustig who robbed Midnight Blue, Rose who took two of my condos, and my fifth wife Christine who was dumb enough to let the movers steal all of my prized possessions. I would love to forget it all.

Alzheimer’s would be like the broom that sweeps my dust-bunny-like-consciousness under the rug. I long for it they way I long for a thin, shapely, topless dancer. But with my luck - I will probably get neither. If Alzheimer’s does not attack me soon I will have to opt for this stairway to oblivion via an elective frontal lobotomy.