Getting On

Usually we're not seen as old until we hit 40. Then we're over the hill and the joke gifts come out and people start to look at you like you might break at any second. Well, I think my 40 might be 24. On my birthday, a week ago, I managed to slip, fall and bruise my thigh. That hurt for the whole week. Then yesterday I woke up with a horrible tightness behind my left knee that hasn't gone away. I limp around like a gangsta. But not in a cool way. At this rate I see myself having another good 20 years max. And based on this precendent they won't even be good.

Song of the Day:

"Purple Rain"
Martin Sexton cover of a Prince song

In tribute to the rainy day and melancholy way I feel.