Age Is Wasted On The Aged

“Dad, what are you doing?”

“Nothing.”

“Why are you playing your guitar?”

“No reason. Do you like it?”

“I guess? I don't know.”

“It's not the sound that's important, it's the attitude. Strike a pose. Command the room. All eyes on me.”

“Where's Mom?”

“She left early. You wouldn't know this, but I had it all when I was younger. Looks, hair, style. Oh the women. They were falling all over me.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Then it was gone. So quickly. Like it was nothing. Like I'm nothing. Time is a bitch. Get up! GET UP! It's a new day! Don't waste it! Or do waste it! I don't know! I haven't figured it out yet! There are no rules and consequences are arbitrary! Dance, or go to school, or kill the neighbors, I don't care! Do nothing and defy everything! It doesn't matter! Breakfast in five. I have to get to work. Good talk. Love ya, honey!”

“...fucked up shit...”

“What?”

“Nothing!”