maybe i'll become a monk

or a priest in a few years.

-- Catholic, of course. such history. interesting history.

after i've given up all hope on this back of mine.

just say "screw it!"

embrace it.

cloister myself up in monastery hidden in the alps.

or maybe Sicily. maybe Sicily has some monasteries.

can monks carry guns?

just a small pocket pistol.

.380 ACP.

or maybe one of those walking sticks with a sword inside it.

that's always an option.

ordination.

simple life, i assume.

pray. eat. tend the sheep or till the soil. pray more.

i think many of those monks have very dark secrets.

very dark things.

there's this documentary about monks -- seen it recently, can't remember the title -- but there's monks up in a secluded place in Europe.

no running water. very little electricity. no jersey shore. no netflix. exfoliation unheard of.

but what's even better -- no one talks.

never.

perhaps the main monk; head honcho of piety can, but all his underlings...they go silent.

-- smiling, grinning, stone-faced.

i could still write.

only plays, though.

and prose.

maybe write something about Henry VIII's six wives.

passion play about Anne Boleyn

now there's some history, ey?