My father in law went first. I swear, he aged in jumps. He didn’t slide smoothly into elderly frailty, it just seemed to hit him in unpredictable spurts. The first time I saw it was when I was in my mid 40s and he was in his mid 60s. We’d been out hunting in the late fall/early winter and one frozen morning he seemed to just wake up with a few more wrinkles. I remember wondering if he saw it himself, and if his increasingly erratic behaviour was part and parcel of it, or him just being a moronic asshole. Then my dad started doing it. Every once in awhile the creases would just deepen or some new ones would start for no real apparent reason.
I noticed it when I saw the bum in the mirror when I woke up yesterday morn. Looks like he’s gonna have a case of terminal stubfart turkey-neck coming up soon. Maybe it was just fatigue I saw in my eyes, and not advancing decrapitude…? HAR HAR HAR!!! I took a metabolic beating last week and maybe there just comes a point in time when you can’t just walk them off anymore…?
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Well…shit. Whaddya gonna do? For the record it doesn’t bother me at all - yet. I will go to meet my Maker when I’m called, not one second earlier or one second later.
I find it surprising that seeing it in my elders made me sad, but seeing it in myself doesn’t bother me at all…?
Time flies.
I suppose I better get my ass in gear. I gotta convince Tiny over at Big Country to sign his organ donor card. When he dies I want to harvest his dynamite scalp. If I can get BP to sign his, I’ll get a brain transplant too. It is my intention to prove that yes - it IS possible to be handsome AND popular at the same time.
Maybe we should all chip in and get ahead of things for a change? If we all have some salvageable organs we can put them all on a big list and when we cash out - the other stubfarts can go over it and see if there’s anything they need before the meat wagon comes and carts us off? We could save money on the transplants by doing them ourselves too…
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