Fuck. I’m old.
It was like telling me I hit some abstract milestone that, until that point, seemed imaginary. None of it seemed real. She reminded me that I’ll be fifty next year. I wasn’t ready to hear that.
It was like telling me I hit some abstract milestone that, until that point, seemed imaginary. None of it seemed real. She reminded me that I’ll be fifty next year. I wasn’t ready to hear that.