49 and 364 days...
Update: 49 and 366 days.
I have been better. Much better. Why is it I feel eighty-five?
Truthfully I wake each morning the same person I was at twenty-one. Truthfully.
Truthfully I realise there is something amiss with that gestalt when I swing legs and stand up. It's alright though: I'll get over it and that lumbar region will "oil-up" eeeventually. As will the right foot.
The slightly discombobulating thing is the grey, bald bastard that stares out of the bathroom mirror when I brush teeth. Yeah, I know: it's not me. We ALL know that. Problem is, every time I turn to look behind the bastard's gone!
How can some old prick move that fast?
Now, there's a couple. One in the first is not in the second (sadly dead). One in the second is not in the first. Who is who?
Labels: Farts: age open