Maybe it's lucky that life moves in fits and starts. Poor old Jerry Lee Lewis must surely look back and pine for something. Me? It just keeps getting better. Oh, when I have the blues it feels like the end. I suppose I've just gotten better at that, too.
My nerve endings have gotten closer to the surface. Colors are brighter and everything smells better. The girls are prettier. Not only does Clarence "Frogman" Henry sound better when those records play, now Nathaniel Rateliff and the Night Sweats play, too.
I'm going to the grocery store today after spin class and I'm gonna get green Kool Aid and banana pudding.
Willie Nelson moans that he has "outlived his dick." I know how he feels- I can't sing like a frog anymore.
Now that I can stay up as late as I want, I go to bed early. Now that I can sit at the adult table, I want to sit with the kids.
My love throttle is stuck, wide-open. Keep an eye on me, somebody.
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