Hello friends, it's me Duncan Trustle and you are listening to the Duncan Trustle Family

Hour podcast.

I'm broadcasting from my mom's house in the mountains of North Carolina where I've come

because my mom is in the last stages of cancer and is dying and I've come up here with

my brother to take care of her and say goodbye and go through all the various technical things

that you have to go through.

One of your parents is about to exit this particular part of the multiverse.

In the days leading up to this, my mind created a much more horrible scenario than what is

actually happening.

In my mind, there would be a kind of gothic paw hanging over everything.

There would be black curtains draped over the windows and brass bird cages filled with

emaciated half dead birds chirping their last chirps as my mom went in and out of states

of gnashing demonic possession.

In my mind, I predicted that my world would collapse.

That there would be a dastasky style plunge into the dark waters of existential anguish.

That from bearing witness to the horrific brutality of life and seeing the cold cruelty of

nature and disease and the way it rinsed a shred, some mothers, fathers and dogs and leaves

smoldering psychic craters in the lives of all who were left behind that this would turn

me into a cold callus being that the darkness would have eventually caused me to shave my

head, throw away my copies of the Bhagavad Gita and just do meaningless push-ups in the

day and get drunk on cheap beer at night until finally someone kicked my head and in

the back of a dive bar leaving me a drooling vegetable tied to a chair and a home for impoverished

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