I love becoming Sixty-Three.
I have reached that stage of life whereby I can say what-ever-the-fuck I want to say.
(You got some ‘Nada?’—bring it!)
What the hell anyone gonna do to me that has not already been attempted?
I give zero fucks what anyone thinks of me.
This is so….
I want for nothing.
I desire for nothing.
I need for nothing.
I am happy.
I love who I am.
The rest of you be damned.
And take a one-way ticket to Hell.
And Board The Express Lane.
Put your foot on the gas.
A train possessing brakes is just not exciting for me.