Are we having fun yet? No... no..
Not until we get to the bottom of the bottle.
For the past few days I am struck by how bleak my life is. It is, as Angela Lansbury said, dull. It surprises me and makes me sad. Am I over the hill? Am I "past my prime"? Am I simply someone who can exist unnoticed?
Gone are the days when I went out armed with a bucket of red paint and a paintbrush. Why? Is this the end of that part of my life?
But that cannot be! I haven't even found the place to settle down yet! I am NOT settled down. I am still a wild child at heart albeit dressed in business attire.
And so I cry out silently to the deaf world. This is how you remind me of what I really am. Out of place and out of luck in a world that goes by so fast.
Oh well, Samuel.
