i realize that someday I may regret my tattoos. who knows how difficult it is going to be to charm and cajole other octogenarians with sagging tattooed flesh. Maybe the secret will be to continue to gain weight once the skin is no longer elastic until the body is ravaged by diabetes and heart disease only to then regret these errors as I die a painful and premature death before I’ve even reached the eighth decade.
” I always thought that life would get easier as I aged, and it doesn’t.” – a cousin of my deceased father in law.
I feel so much better now.
the platitudes of willful resemblance 