Turning

I'm resigned to my fate. Today I turned thirty-two years old, only eight years away from forty and nine from a Harley Davidson. I still feel young, still act young, but the slow, cold claws of time are ever reaching for my heart, searching in the dark for my chest pump.

Come and get it, fuckers. If I've learned anything this year it's that I don't want to live forever -- even though I really do -- but would rather have my legacy sealed...

Wait. Fuck, I'm kinda drunk. Ballantine's. Disregard everything I've written tonight. Give me a Blackjack Mulligan.

I can barely stand.

Mister bus driver!