... and tired.
the bastard had an evening out with the kids.
it does well to feel less like an old man.
inside and out.
actually, it was a good night.
sometimes shot lines up and I can pull magic bits of conversation out of my ass. and tonight was one of those nights.
but now it's late, and i feel old and busted.
like it's only a matter of time. good thing I didn't get a milkshake.
for then, i'd be a dead man. now I just function and wait for the day that the wind hits me in the face again.