051. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

You're older. Yippy skippy. I'm sure you're just thrilled about the crow's feet and cellulite. Not to mention insurance, retiring, making ends meet and still trying to fit into those tight pants.

When you're jail bait everything is roses? Think again. It's never going to last. One way or another the joke is on you, it's all a tease. Unless you dig cosmetic surgery. Oh maybe then there is hope. At 40 you'll be playing make believe and dress up pretending you're a 25 year old. That's mature.

Kind of sexy too.

Me? I feel fine. I appoint myself to be a kindly Hambert Hambert soul and rate the growth on a scale of one to ten. I'm seeing a good number of 8s. Someone gimme a ten.

Comments

[blue-satin-pjs.livejournal.com]

And for you the way to do that be botherin' everyone else.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It's a possibility. It's nice to see the wheels are turning under those cornrows.

[blue-satin-pjs.livejournal.com]

And you ain't never got bored of that?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It's only out of creativity and alternative planning. Some of us don't like playing dice in an alley way or shooting b-ball outside the school.

[blue-satin-pjs.livejournal.com]

Yeah, b-ball ain't all that.

How long you think you can keep that mouth runnin' like that?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

And dice is?

I'm not sure. This is nothing.

[blue-satin-pjs.livejournal.com]

Nah. I like higher stakes, yo.

You might wanna pick up another hobby. Trashin' other folk only last you so long before you get bored or they do.

Just some friendly advice.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

Pink slips. Oh how dangerous. Danny Zucco would be proud.

They keep offering themselves up. Already this conversation exists because you decided to talk to me.

Stating the obvious.

[blue-satin-pjs.livejournal.com]

You got a point there. At least you do entertain.