Kirk Wilson

Short of dying of old age in my sleep (which I know if very pedestrian) if sick or maimed with something dreadful and incurable, I want a morphine drip, nothing too fast, I want to enjoy that last ride. I’ve always dreamed of having an aerial burial like the monks in the Himalayas with my bones scattered on Paradise Beach in Mykonos, but only if it’s not filled with Chinese tourists (which I hear is a thing now) otherwise the bones can stay where ever the vultures drop them as I’ll be gone and yet already a part of the food chain.