I’m not as cool as life, but I’m close.

I’m 62. Done everything. Life is not life. Living is.

See all these old dudes on Facebook. Rotting carcasses. Old guys. Nothing to remember. Just detritus.

Who am I? My knees hurt. My wife wants me to see a doctor. She’s probably right. My knees hurt.

But who’s going to help? You? Thinking not.