I never want to be one of those people who doesn’t drink or smoke or … Hell I’m even thinking about starting to smoke pot. I never thought I would make it to the age of 25 and so I treated my body like a disposable yet reusable drinking utensil.
When I turned 26 it was a shock but also an eye opener, no way could I make to 50 I figured so wham bam thank you ma’am. I pushed my body beyond every limit known to man, I threw caution into the wind and didn’t give a thought to anything other than using up my body as best as I could before the big dirt nap. Now that I’m staring down the barrel of 50 I’m feeling a bit used up physically but mentally I’m straight as an arrow.
Lets face it when most guys turn my age they start fantasizing about quitting their job buying a Ferrari, having sex with a movie star, then sailing off into the wild blue yonder. I’ve been doing that shit for 30 years and now all of the sudden I think I’m having a midlife anti-crisis. The thought of doing nothing sounds like a dream come true, maybe a nice log cabin in the woods with a toasty wood burning stove, my trusty Gransfors axe and bottle of Blue Label. I’ve got a story to tell but up until now I’ve never had time to tell it.
People keep asking me what I’m going to do with my life. I’ve been to the four corners of this great blue earth. I’ve seen it all, i’ve done it all. I’ve fought many a good man and loved many a great woman. For fucks sake, Haven’t I done enough?
“Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well-preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming …. WOW what a fucking ride.” Mark Frost