Life is short, like a tweet; your days, like characters, are all used up, almost before you click TWEET.

Starting to realize how little time I have left. The multiple dreams of my youth laugh at me. Well, yes, I could have achieved THAT, if I had a 400 year lifespan and an unlimited supply of beta-blocker pills.

Please women in bed? Well, no, time or penis size or tongue agility doesn't seem to be a factor here for me: ain't gonna happen! Ever!

But most people's dreams are limited by time, and by personal application, by focus, by dedication, by nose to the grindstone. Or, in my case, by my addictions, my compulsions and the occasional perverse whim that becomes a habit.

Sometimes I feel like MY LIFE is drifting, falling, like a soon-to-be-dead leaf separated from my tree.

@hg47

P.S. -- What's your pleasure? Rake? Or leaf blower?