Yes

Gartland wanted to live 'to at least 90, Sean Connery is that age, isn't he?? And he's going strong.'

He was, past tense. He's dead now, I told Gartland, at the same time not wanting to be a party pooper.

And I wanted to cut off two decades.

I was kidding myself.

Dying my hair brown, it covered the bleach blonde created by the chlorine from the local swimming pool.

New teeth, that would help.

'But you are kidding yourself, kido,' said Gartland, 'once a fatto, always a fatto.'

Point taken.

No anger.

I know my biological limitations.

At least I tried.

'You didn't try hard enough.'

But I'm not the one who has back spasms.

You are going to die a miserable and pathetic man.

For a pittance, you raised the pirate flag.

For a pittance.

If you played your cards right, done what you were supposed to do, you could have me editing your sound bytes forever.

Now you have no one, you pathetic piece of shit.

Or did you get back in with Meta House?

Yeah that makes more sense, you sly fucking dog.