Right now, I’m here. I don’t want to go down. Like down, a hole in the ground, in a grave. I’m almost 90. Most people my age are vegetables. But I do alright by myself. I do what I want, go where I want, take care of myself and I have my own finances, no romance, I’m too old for that. But I don’t want to be a burden. I got a good family. I live with my son, but we don’t hardly see each other. My youngest son comes sometimes, and he cooks for me, when I don’t feel like doing it myself. I’m independent, I’m satisfied. But now, I’ve fainted and they’re trying to figure out what’s wrong and I want to stay where I am, avoid the decline.
Maybe you’ll find it hard to understand, you’re a young lady. You’ve got a good education, good job and your whole life to live. Me, I worked the same job for more than 30 years after the navy. They respected me. I didn’t complain, knew my job, they called me ‘Old man H’. There hasn’t been anything I haven’t been able to provide for my family, anything they wanted. I’ve been halfway around the world, now I just want to do what I want. My son sometimes acts like he’s the boss, but he ain’t. I’m the kingpin.
If you done been through what I’ve been through, seen what I’ve seen and know what I knew… I do what I want now. They’re talking about sending me to a rehab, but I got things to do, I got to the to the bank, I got places I need to be. I take care of myself.
I’ve had hemorrhoids; I got them cut out. I have a hernia. I’ve had diphtheria. People would die from that; put a big black cross on the front door and say, don’t go in there, ‘so and so’ died. There wasn’t one on my door then; there ain’t one on my door now. I don’t need that. At my age, I’m satisfied. I do what I want, I take care of myself. I’m satisfied. You probably think I’m nuts (sidenote: I didn’t and I told him so).