...nor have I, for quite some time.
Write letters. Fuck 'em. That boat last left port in the early eighties.
Play soccer. These days, I get winded walking to my car. (My heart remains on the pitch. Unfortunately, so does my right knee.)
Engage in meaningful political discussions. These days, I just prefer to bitch.
Listen to new music.
Watch TV. Unless there's soccer or naked stuff.
Jog. (See item #2)
Collect things. (That particular head-space presupposes a desire to live a while longer.)
Dress for the times. (There's nothing wrong with a pair of burgundy cords and a Nehru shirt.)
Get regular oil changes. I've been known to let nearly four months go by. (Maybe my OCD is losing its grip.)
Generally give a fuck.
Next time: NEW THINGS I'VE TAKEN UP ON MY WAY TO THE GRAVE.
2 weeks ago