Because when I wake up? I'll be a half-century old.
Next stop, Old City.
So, yeah. These are my last few minutes of 40-something.
I remember that I liked saying I was 30-something.
It was a cool, hip television show.
I took pride in 40-something.
Visions of a woman in her sexual peak.
But 50-something. Where is the comfort in that?
So tomorrow? I will gladly accept gratuitous gifts of