If You Would Be Kind Enough to Ignore My Oily Skin, Greasy Hair, and Hawkish Profile

Although last night I was on the treadmill at the Y, running like the cops were chasing me and trying to confiscate my plastic glass of watery keg beer, listening to .38 Special sing “Fantasy Girl,” the truth is I’m no longer young. In fact, recently, a very kind optometrist (a young woman with eggs… Continue reading If You Would Be Kind Enough to Ignore My Oily Skin, Greasy Hair, and Hawkish Profile