i'm not your boyfriend, and i'm not going to clobber anybody
Today I am 25, and sleepy, and poor as a church mouse; but I am more or less living the life I wanted for myself when I was seventeen, and I am grateful for this fidelity. Even if I'm having trouble staying awake at work. Soft economy. Warm, soft economy, fresh from the dryer, falling in snowy white folds.
Whatever happened to those innocent days, full of youth and promise, when the Franklin stove invented bifocals, when George Washington chopped down the Potomac?