Today I ask my recently past father and all dead relatives of my mother’s not to weigh so heavily upon wee Barry.
Let his genes account for the push that certainly must come from being fed too
much or too little but let’s mostly keep their influence to the girth of his
waist and overall body makeup while allowing dude the freedom
to go far beyond the near impact of his blood line. I suggest
all ghosts release their twist on poor Barry’s alcohol intake
and stop pressing dude’s luck on account of there only
being so much and him already using a lot of it up.
Folks which are forced to hang out with dude
would also ask if youse could somehow
allow him to let go of his dreadful
need to be rat even when all indications support him being wrong.
Thank you, friend.