Lost on a telephone line

I’m getting old and it’s destroying me. The things that annoy me these days, well, they shouldn’t. I go through the world making a joke out of everything, which is fine, very good actually, keep life light and let things happen around you instead of bothering you.

But now I need change. Large and drastic. Things come into my life and disappear just the same, leaving a gaping aching hole that needs filled with extreme dishevel. Staunch determinism and a lofty set of goals, mixed with just the right amount of luck and balls, well, that ought to get me where I’m fixin’ to be.

All my friends have flowers in their eyes, but I’ve got none this season…

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