Remember thirty years ago when we were hot? Life was so full, frantic, fun. Filled with sex, drugs and rock and roll. No kids, no husbands, no bills to speak of. Now I listen to my son and his friends in the next room, raucously laughing at who knows what. They are so loud. So, if my children ask me, do I confess to the trials and tribulations endured?
I am watching SIX FEET UNDER and loving it. Not to crazy about how they say fuck every five seconds. That used to be my favorite word. And, the sex. Lord, it has been so long. Who can really remember? I'm 55, divorced and alone. Sometimes I wonder how far away six feet under really is.
