Maybe I don't wear well. Pretty sure I'm way past my expiration date. That's okay. I just keep reminding myself how much Japanese culture reveres age. Sometimes I remind myself of my Native American heritage. Of course I worry that the neighbors may take me to the park across the street and leave me for the alligators to eat if I get the flu this year.
Old white guys are out of fashion. Thank goodness.
If you know me, you know of my fear of acceptance. Fashion. Approval. No need to worry. As I measure success, though, I'm gold. If I don't have it, I've had it.
You can quote me- I've had it.