Well well well, it finally happened. This last week I turned 50.
Fifty years old. I just cannot believe it has finally arrived. I think I am experiencing some sort of shock. I just do not feel any different than I did 30 years ago. I still lust for blonde women and like Jack Daniels in single gulps.
Perhaps it is a little premature to get measured for a pine box yet. Mebbe I should just roll up a purple ciggarette and contemplate five decades.
Ladies, its been great. Heres to another 50 years of the best.