as the years go by and the mighty arcs of flowing piss are reduced to a tiny weak intermittent trickle. The exhilaration that runners highs of yore achieved by going up a flight of stairs today. I look in the mirror and ask for just one more time to hear the roar and clamor of battle wether in the field a bar or brothel to take that last burst of adrenaline and feed the precocious beast that used to live here. I sigh , turn away and go yell at my kids.
thanx,
bill
got a whole lot of ustawuzzez