Growing old is undeniably a privilege and a sublime blessing and all that other smarmy good stuff, of course, yet it is nonetheless impossible to look back upon one’s youth without a giant tranche of envy and regret. Envy…..for the bounty of temptations readily available for anybody short-in-the-tooth, yet when one steps back and studies those callow rascals for but a minute, it is soon revealed they are taking everything around them for granted. Total, unadulterated granted. Shame on them too! Yes, shame on the spoiled, presumptuous young bastards!! They should know better, for sure…..but then again, I never did when I was their age either, did I? Regret…..for not taking full advantage of that smorgasbord of luscious temptations when they were right there for the plucking. Never forget this most salient of facts, Reader: One’s natural lusts and beastly desires never go away or even diminish a single iota, even as one’s physical ability to consummate those same divinities insidiously dissipates as the years heap on top of each other and the Grim Reaper becomes ever more audacious as he continues sharpening his ghastly scythe. Such is life, and such are the cruel ironies attendant to same.
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