Our first taste of luxury came with a bitter bite. It was givin in form of blessing. Rememberance of a lost native fathers death. He lived life to the drop, in excesses. Thoroughly enjoying his pleasures.
We recieved part of his legacy, that lingered on for years. However quickly we spent his death's reward. I'm sure he was reveling in our splurges. Looking on and not saying, " Son wait! " , but smiling as he took it in , " Enjoy, for me...".
His gifts were divided - stolen by some. But we took this offer and ran with it! We drowned our sorrows in vain- literally. 


RIP - I picture you among the clouds. Glass of wine and a crown of leaves- have fun with the Gods my old friend- at least i wont ever be breaking my back  again to put you back in your chair!!