age.
it's a number. it's all relative. it doesn't mean shit.
a lot of the time i act like i'm sixty. i talk about saving energy, clipping coupons and early bird specials. when i get moving though, i feel like i'm twenty again. i feel limber, strong, quick, like a cat. when it comes to girls lately i'm either sixteen again, all thumbs and totally confused or 30 something and totally dialled in or eighty like my grandfather, and just looking for a good sandwich, a nice conversation and a peck on the cheek from a sixty year best friend.
my real age is twenty eight and i still don't know what twenty eight is supposed to feel like. i don't mind a bit. just keep the thermostat at 70 even, turn off that g.d. light and let me have that girl that i don't understand cook up some waffles and snuggle with me all day until i whip up some dinner. come to think of it, maybe i do know what it feels like to be twenty-eight...
imagine that.
it's a number. it's all relative. it doesn't mean shit.
a lot of the time i act like i'm sixty. i talk about saving energy, clipping coupons and early bird specials. when i get moving though, i feel like i'm twenty again. i feel limber, strong, quick, like a cat. when it comes to girls lately i'm either sixteen again, all thumbs and totally confused or 30 something and totally dialled in or eighty like my grandfather, and just looking for a good sandwich, a nice conversation and a peck on the cheek from a sixty year best friend.
my real age is twenty eight and i still don't know what twenty eight is supposed to feel like. i don't mind a bit. just keep the thermostat at 70 even, turn off that g.d. light and let me have that girl that i don't understand cook up some waffles and snuggle with me all day until i whip up some dinner. come to think of it, maybe i do know what it feels like to be twenty-eight...
imagine that.