“My legs are killing me and I hate these fuck’ing crutches, I’m sick and tired of this bullshit man !
Where the fuck did my life go?
Believe it or not, I was young man once, wild hair and just fuck’ing crazy at times, but that was when I was a young man. I stole motorcycles, drank beer, and howled at the moon.
I was a chick magnet seducing them like bees to a honey pot, I was the stud, brash and brazen, but that was when I was young man.
I smoked Marlboro Red’s and worn button fly Levi’s jeans and combed my hair with Brylcreem.
I had a need for speed with asphalt scares to prove it, but that was when I was a young man once.
I sacked grocery at Safeway and bought my first car, a 49 Ford. It was my Hot Rod with stolen Baby Moon Hubcaps, Roll-and-Tuck black leather seats and a Hurst shifter topped with a pool hall 8 ball…do you want to drag and hear my glass-packs?
I was reckless and insane at times but beer was my friend when times got tough.
Let me tell you this, I never wore a watch because I had all the time in the world, but now as I grew older or should I say when my body grew older. I lost some abilities to do as I please.
But deep within me is a spirit that is harum-scarum and ready to fight…. even if it’s with the aid of these damn crutches. I was a young man once full of piss and vinegar.
My advise to you, find your speed, maintain your velocity, keeping it up and keep it consistent my friends.”