M*A*S*H

Nostalgia.

About forty-five seconds

In the fall of 1985 I was in a hospital, paralyzed with crap rotting out my brain*. Under heavy doses of steroid drugs, I was, a bit, well, over emotional. I watched this show in reruns on TV every evening bawling my eyes out. Still makes me tear up to this day.

'Cause suicide is painless.
It brings on many changes.
And I can take or leave it if I please.

*Abcesses of unknown origin. They said I was idiopathic. I objected: "I'll have you know I was elected Phi Beta Kappa!"