by Shelt Garner
@sheltgarner
I have reached the time of the year when I just…drift. Next year this time, I fear, for various reasons, all hell is going to break loose. So this could be the last year when I at times just…drift.
What I want to do is either go to a strip club or go to NYC. I definitely don’t have the money for a trip to NYC, so…a strip club? But THAT is inevitably really, really expensive because I love them too much.
And so…I wait. And drift.
I hate how much I’m drifting these days. I have a precious limited amount of time on this earth — there are no assurances that the Singularity will come and give me the the anti-aging technology to have a few hundred years to live up to my “potential.”
It could very well be that This Is It.
And even if I sell a huge blockbuster of a novel, I’m just going to be…old. I won’t be able to race around NYC chasing 24-year-old women or whatever. I had my shot in Seoul in my mid-30s and I totally, completely BLEW IT.
I’m wiser now, too. Even if I had the opportunity to race around NYC chasing hot women….I would do it in such a totally different way than how I did it in Seoul that it would be…a lot less dramatic.
Sigh. I’m old.
