An Aging Place to Be

Some will claim with old age comes wisdom.

Having reached that unholy status, I would

fervently disagree. Old age merely takes away

that which one no longer needs. Some will

say, look at him, that old guy over there in his

chair. He’s happy as can be without a care or

worry in the world. He has finally been relieved

of all carnal desire and fiscal responsibility.

No need for a job to support a fancy car, a lavish

home or some pretty young creature languishing

by his side. He’s free, by god, free! to lounge around

leisurely in worn out and stinky pajamas watching

TV all day long should he please. He has truly

achieved his independence, his heavenly Nirvana

here on Earth. Actually, if and when you should

get here to this stage in life where I have distinct

the misfortune to be—I’m stuck in this position.

Are you blind, can’t you see? Now, shut the hell

up and give me a hand. And hurry it up, damn it,

you son-of-a-bitch! I’ve got to go pee!

Chris Hanch 8-20-18