Wednesday, April 21, 2010

Turning 65 (?!)

Today is my 65th birthday. Which means I am now officially in my dotage. How the fuck did that happen? I can remember when we didn't trust anybody over 30.

But I don't feel 65 and I don't think that I look 65 (actually when I look in a mirror, I still see that 28-year-old stud looking back at me...).

So I will pass on a couple of bits of wisdom to you all, since I am now free to do that (being a "senior citizen" and all).

  1. Inside every old person is a young person wondering, "How the hell did I get here?"
  2. The purpose of life's journey is not to arrive sedately at the grave with a well-preserved body and a respectable reputation, but instead to slide in sideways at 90 MPH, a bottle of beer in one hand and a joint of Acapulco Gold in the other, completely used up and worn out, yelling, "Holy shit, what a fuckin' ride!"
Thus sayeth The F-Man.

So, after a hearty breakfast of Cocoa-Puffs and vodka (a "Crunchy Russian"), I may be taking a couple of days off to party with drinks like tequila-and-Pepto-Bismol (a "Tequila Foodrise"), and vodka-and-Geritol* (a "Tired Bloody Mary").

But now that I am 65, I have something to say to the Obama Administration: "No socialized medicine AND keep your hands off my Medicare!" Oh, how quickly we can change, once we get old...

[* Geritol, for the youngsters in the audience, was touted in the 1950s and earlier as the cure for something called "tired blood". Since it was something like 12% alcohol, that wasn't all that it cured...]


George said...

Happy B-Day you old geezer. You're a year ahead of me.
Being Greek-born, I spit on your beer, it's Ouzo for me. I'll take a toke of that gold though, if you would pass it on.
Many more to you.

Farnsworth68 said...

Thank you, George. I am probably one of only a few non-Greeks who can honestly say he likes Ouzo.
I'm afraid the Gold is all gone, up in smoke, as they say. Yeah, I bogarted that joint for sure...
--The F Man

Anonymous said...

Get tore up on me, you deserve it. Your blog is a nice way to vent.


Farnsworth68 said...

Thanks, WS. I'm pretty much recovered now, thanks to the timely infusion of a pitcher of Maalox martinis...
--The F Man