Quadrennial Grotesque

The 30’s is when the dysmorphia sets in. First you’re thinking “damn, I look great”, and then you turn 40 and what you see in recent pictures doesn’t agree with your ancient self-image of fitness. Motion sickness hits in the mid section. You’ve become plagued with the grotesque and never noticed, though you always suspected. […]

47

FWIW, nobody gives a damn about 47. Just an FYI. But that’s OK. Because a friend is celebrating her somethingth and I’m flying out to SFO for the occasion later this month. AFK. BBIAB.