It was tongue in cheek.
That anything is possible, but not probable.
Bluster.
Of my four sons, that includes the step son who lives here, my youngest is the least likely to attack anyone. But could.Hence the suspension.
Danger, eldest son, who did attack me. Step son very dangerous, schizophrenic. I live on guard at all times.
Written rambles are an escape, of no consequence.

Thanks oldie.
I write of little things, of real events that perhaps i had a part in, have a place in.
My place in that photo is of being way outside.
I was not there and never would be.
Once close friends, we all lived together, until i have no place in their lives; have not had for eons.
What do i know of them now?
Or of they me?
Life is a river, it flows, never apparently changing, but never the same.
Not original.
Eventually we flow into the universe.

Where we are at .

Boulevard of Broken Dreams....I walk alone. Reminded me of you buhi. 

London, East End, not Liverpool.

Never.