I turned 59 yesterday.
Life whizzes past faster than you can imagine.
Live in a subsidized senior apartment, 1 bedroom, balcony, I rent my parking space to another tenant, I have a bicycle and a scooter.
JFK was president when I was born. Seen a lot, didn’t do much of anything
Air Force for 30 years, now a night janitor at a government building, in a major US city.
Never married, never dated, almost had sex with a prostitute, but my self respect stopped me.
A couple of hobbies, nothing important, I read a lot, play the acoustic guitar.
No television, no microwave. Still use a typewriter. No, drugs, alchohol or smokes.
Lots of long walks with my dog, she is a Jack Russell Terrier named Stella, my best friend.
I exist, I don’t really live. I am probably an NPC. I exist to fill out the background in other people’s reality.
If you saw me on the bus you wouldn’t even look twice.
I have gone more than a week without speaking to anyone.
When I die no one will probably even notice. No one really notices that I am alive.
Lunchtime is almost over and I still have 15 bathrooms to clean.
Does it get better? Not really you just give up along the way.
Thanks for listening to a non entity for a few moments.
