So it will be my birthday this coming Saturday. I’m to be 44. I know I know time just keeps ebbing away. I feel just like that lady in Logan’s Run who’s running away from the Sandmen. Trapped like a rat with beady eyes and nervous gestures.
“There’s been some terrible error my life clock must have broken in some way I’m nowhere near 30 I’m 22 I should be green did you hear me GREEN! Let me go let me go...”
I should have renewed on the carousel when I had the chance. Now I’ll be running from the 22-year-old Sandmen for the rest of my short miserable life. They wish all the 40 year olds dead. I swear it on a stack of bibles, as the lord Jesus Christ up in heaven above is my witness.
One day you are 39 bopping along contemplating tattoos and hip wardrobe purchases and the next day you are 40. Well no one told me that turning 40 was like receiving leprosy. Honestly anyone under 40 has built in radar... they can smell 40. They stay away from you in droves. Tis a pity though as I’ve always preferred older men but suddenly I am an older man. All of the older men sit around drooling over younger 22ish men and the 22ish men date their own age group. It’s a vicious circle. I have to go now the nurse just informed me that my room is ready at the Azalea Trace Assisted Living Facility and Old Gay Man Disco.