Now, on any given week, as Saturday morning dawns and lunchtime approaches it takes all the energy that i can muster just to get the shopping done, endure the short bus-ride home and cook enough grub to see the weekend out. Then, finally, after having been on my feet for some twenty four hours and more, i'll eat a good plate of hot dinner. Bust open a bottle of pear and drink until impact occurs and it doesn't take long. :drunk::drunk::drunk: zzzzzzzzzzzz.................
The changing of the seasons for instance, right now the leaves are falling and soon i shall be, many of us shall be, walking ankle deep in leaf-litter. It used to mean something. It used to matter but it doesn't and that saddens me. Thoughts feelings and emotions visit and linger but they are fleeting. So soon are they gone that i wonder sometimes "did they really happen? "
And my general appearance, that's another thing. I haven't shaved in months. My hair's a mess. If i blacked my face i wouldn't look out of place rummaging about in a Borneo forest clearing.
I just got old,,, i guess.
Better post this before i delete it.