Grant McLennan: He Was The Greatest

Well, no he wasn't, but he did some good things. And he's dead. Two years before gut-fifty. On a brighter note, there are a whole lot of people who aren't dead yet. Including yours truly — at the time of writing — and you. Funnily enough, the 'you' to whom I refer will always be alive, whereas the 'me' who conjured up these sickly words under a fat lack of scrutiny does not have that debatably desirable immortality. Then again, it's not likely anyone will read this gunk after my passing, so for all intents and purposes, I'm a mortal.

Now down a key. Today, I rode my push-bike to the library and spent my afternoon immersed in literature. But soon the brochures grew tiresome, so I progressed through the slidey doors into the main bulk of the library, the place where the books are kept. I read one in present tense. Me being inside the camping equipment I got for my birthday and it being a solitary number, this activity in itself didn't take up any significant amount of time. But when you take into consideration some other factors, then perhaps.

Sorry, third paragraphs only get a line these days.