There are a few people I see just about every day who own my most well meant admiration. They are the old dearies I see following behind their walkers as far away from the fucking home as they dare wander. All they have left is their walks and happy hour before their evening meal unless they have managed to maintain a reliable dope connection.
I have always had a soft spot for the people my mom calls "moldies." I get to meet lots of them when I am with my dog. Some old people are afraid of or do not like dogs. Those that are not like that are inevitably lifted by an encounter with the Hammer, and that in turn lifts me too. We are here to lift one another up. Do it.
When I get home from walking my dog and watching old guys sneak a joint just out of sight of the old dears' home I have a beer and I feel pretty good about shit. Then I have a few more beer.