You know, I’ll turn 60 years old if the good lord allows me to reach august the 10th of this year.
It has been an eventful life. And all the vagaries of falling asleep apart with old age are becoming so much more dimensional as I watch it happen in my own life, and to my orbit.
Let’s say, dear reader, that you are roughly 20 years old as you stumble across this (poorly-planned) message. In no particular order of importance, I encourage you to value:
- Your svelte prostate
- Wondering why your elders invest in plastic pill containers
- Bangs that reach down into your eyes