I Taught Myself How To Grow Old

You know i've never admitted the fact here on the lounge that i'm a huge fucking fan of this man, he's been with me at some of the lowest points of my life, walking the streets so fucking heartbroken that it seemed that he was the only one making any sense, that said i listened to him a lot this weekend, drinking coffee on the couch while the boyos played on the floor, then i'd join them playing cars or pirates or building stuff, watched as they tore up the park and then a party yesterday and i'll tell you now that i'm fucking glad i lived long enough to see them and i'll be the first to admit that at times i wasn't all that concerned with making the next sunrise and someday i might even get around to writing about that time period but for now i'll just let it lie, see things are not all that tranquil around the lounge these days, especially in the domestic department but that's just how it goes, ain't no use bitching about it...  of course this post was interrupted last night to the sounds of a screaming boy, seems Nick Disaster caught something and in his fever dreams he dreamt about a spider or bug and after that the little dude wouldn't get back in a bed, so i took his little feverish butt to the couch and barely slept while he tossed and turned on his big, tall daddy, gave him a Popsicle at 4am cuz he was so warm but by the time the sun broke and docs office opened he was doing a bit better, tired and grumpy but better, no ear infection or other funky stuff, so now it's just him and his daddy and he's sleeping in my bed while Sesame Street plays in the background and though this post had a completely different bent last night that's alright too, the point is the same, somehow i taught myself how to grow old, even with the romantic pull of dying young, and lord knows it wasn't from a lack of trying, but every day i wake up and see those little smiles i knock on wood, cuz i'm fucking lucky, fucking real lucky...