Text to a friend:
Birthday–64!! What happened?? (Or, more precisely, what the f-ck happened??) Seems like only yesterday we were at the Warwick.
Latch on to some past that is at such variance from the present. Variation to rushed currency.
All fast. Maybe too fast.
Or maybe faster, when one remembers what one could have done, to where one could have been.
Somebody might be