For once you're right to be indecisive. Personality improvement is not likely at my age.
I may not be suffering from arthritis yet, but I feel like a stubborn old bear, unregenerate and
forgetful.
Even my memories of Budapest are fading. I can see Joe
and the gray Danube, but a lot is indistinct.
The fog was too thick and we were too drunk. Drunk for days and spending money
like lords. Or Westerners who'd just exchanged on the black market.
You and me and Joe .
Strange thing to feel nostalgic about, isn't it?