While having a piss this morning, lost in thought, I happened to glance in the mirror, it was like a stranger was looking back at me. Where did the young guy go?
It's funny how I often remember myself as I was, younger, fresher, I think a lot of people do it. But I'm not, I am my age and it shows, right from the white in the stubble on my face to the lines and creases emerging.
I remember a fortune teller on the lot told me when I was young that I would live to be 84. If that's the case, then I'm not middle aged yet.