Seems as if my work has been increasingly autobiographical as of late, mining a vein of self-deprecation which is pretty much all you can do when the body turns the corner and begins to, well, fall apart.
I also have observed my opinion of my elders has also matured in so far as I have more empathy with anyone who has progressed beyond the point of caring about what anyone else thinks about how they look or act. Now get off my lawn (not that I'll bother getting up mind you).
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