I realized this morning I am getting older. And it sucks. Went out last night on Beale Street in Memphis. Had a beer, then another and another… Nothing out of the ordinary, used to do it all the time. Guinness on Beale Street is and will always be one of my all-time favorite things in life.

Back in the day, I’d get up the next morning, yawn, stretch and shower, work all day, then repeat. No problem.

Now, it’s not so easy. Woke up this morning, and EVERYTHING, even my hair hurt. Heard shattering glass every time my eyes blinked. Felt the ice pick embedded in my throbbing temples. Took five minutes just to crawl out of bed.

Man. It’s going to be a long day.

And then, the killer. Somehow, overnight, I developed three… I don’t even want to say it… grey… hairs…. How the hell could this have happened??? I wondered if my aching hair was related to the dark beer or to the sudden color change.

Yes, the writing was on the wall, actually on the mirror, and I probably should have paid attention. No TV-No Beer… And yes, I will most likely do it all over again tonight, even with the risk of finding more grey hairs tomorrow.

Author: frenchy