doh! i could be sitting here dead. doh! i could be breaking my bread. i could be seeking re-election, contemplating my my defection from the world of people who care. i could thank my lucky stars and be grateful for my scars because i'm lucky i have marge and am basking in dusk much sweeter than the cold early morning fears. i have run the race and conclude that living well embiggens the humblest man.