At least it ain't boring...life, that is..
A funny discussion with a buddy at the bar last night involved the concept of "mid-life crisis". Now, first off, unless there are major advancements in the health care system, I have probably passed the "mid" part. The biggest difference, though, is that I think people like us...those who are actually living and pursuing and chasing the brass ring, don't really have the same sort of "I-didn't-live-my-life-gotta-bust-out-of-the-grind" style of male mental menopause. Ours is more of a realization that living and acting young doesn't slow the inexorable decline of the meat machine that the mind drives. Peter pans whose voices are cracking and chins sprouting whiskers. I have frozen my mental age image at 27-30. That will not change. My curiosity and love of experience is NOT frozen. But damn...getting out of bed after a long night!
Fucking meat. Damn gravity.
Come on science!!!
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Tony Clifton tonight, then off to the set for my major film debut! What is Spanish for "masturbation"?