Gut Rumbles
 

April 19, 2003

middle age

I am 51 years old. My hair is gray and my dick is broken. I am lean and trim, but I'm starting to get the sagging flesh that OLD MEN get as they age. My ass is dropping, my tits are drooping and I feel tired all the time. I don't like what is happening to me.

I can still outwalk the young bucks at work, and I'll kill them on the stairs, but most of them are pussies anyway. I just know that I couldn't outwalk MYSELF from ten years ago. THAT young buck would kill ME today.

"Middle age." What a concept.

The best years of my life are spent. I lived them well, but I wish I could do it all over again. I've had a LOT of fun. I LIKE having fun. I don't want to be an old Cracker watching his body fall apart around him, alone in a shitty house. But that's the hand I play today in the card game of life.

I am Acidman, but I want to be Peter Pan.

Comments

Keep your heart, mind, and soul at the age you want.

The chassis will do what it wants, or not do what it doesn't want to do. Life can still be good, even though the carcass drags a lot more than it used to.

Posted by: MommaBear on April 20, 2003 07:03 AM

You want to be the wash basin in a whore house?

Posted by: Larry on April 20, 2003 07:43 PM

What Mommabear said. That's pure poetry.

Posted by: Indigo on April 20, 2003 10:45 PM
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