You’re born and 40 years later you stumble out of a bar into a damp dark night and every ache and pain reminds you of all the past lives you lived. But you keep moving because movement is the destination and a new start begins again after the next last thing lost. So you spark up a Camel and the taste is better than ever before and you tell yourself you got 40 more.
- I’m not 40 but I can see it from here.
- Some of this was plagiarized from a novel I read “Galveston” and I changed it because I liked it.