The latent effects of a decade on drugs seem to be synching with an otherwise age appropriate period of rapid cognitive decline.

Not sure which is the culprit anymore, but both appear to be working overtime to create this bumbling old fool from Saturday morning cartoons I once feared I might become.

Downhill more rapidly than I would like at this age, I’m on a fast track to Mr. Magoo and not enjoying the ride much at all.

Consequences aren’t entirely tragic though.

Mr. Magoo was an affable man with a huge and beautiful heart.