Young in body. Old and shitty in spirit.

After work today, whistling down the 33 propelled by cheap coffee and Woodhands, my hands stumbled across a disturbing realization. Brushing my fingers against the side of my head, I found a group of 4 or 5 thin, spindly hairs erupting from my right ear. Surely, I thought, these must be from my sideburns, but no - further inspection confirmed my greatest fear. So with great sadness and resignation, I mourn the continued passing of my youth, from smooth adolescence to the hairy, crooked form of a man, complete with all the bodily eccentricities that entails.

Just one more step in my ever-present march toward mortality. 26 years old, one foot in the grave.