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2006-09-08 - 8:05 p.m.
You get older, don'tcha? It ain't watcha think, no. It's no fun. You get pains you thought you'd never feel. Yeah, that's no fun, izzit? Nuh uh.
An' when yer companions an' friends're all younger, it just makes ya feel that much older. Them poor young wimmin you be lookin' at, well, they're repulsed ain't they? They think, "dirty old man".
An' you lookit them wimmin what'er yer own age, and you find them un-appealing. An' it ain't their fault. An' it ain't like you got the hard-body of a young buck. No. You got the body of man yer age what had weight problems his whole life anyway, and it ain't got better.
You think ta yerself, "But I got th' age an' experience. I got the wisdom of th' older man. I got the empathy an' sympathy what them young boys don't know, no how." But inside yerself you know you're prob'ly jest as immature as them young boys, you just uglier. Got you some gray hairs and some shortness a breath what them young boys don't got.
An you think life, it's given you nothin' but shit. It ain't panned out. You been given tough breaks an' ain't made th' best of it.
An if you had a chance, you'd live it all over with the wisdom what you got now. But you know that ain't never gonna happen. An' what do ya got to take solace from? Alcohol an' cats. Just like ol' Earnest Hemingway eh? He was a righteous dude wadn't he? Uh huh, yeah. He also shot hisself in despair, didn' he?
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So, how do you like them apples?