Touch of grey

“Once, once in your life
Won’t you do what feels right
Instead of waiting for the next big compromise
Stop running your mouth
Get out of the house
Get yourself downtown
And shake it all out tonight.”

— Butch Walker and the Black Widows, “Synthesizers”

One of my boys looked at me — really looked at me — in the past day or so and said, “Wow! You’re starting to turn gray! Must be that fucking job of yours. Christ, your job is aging me too.”

Don’t tell anyone there. They’d probably think it was a perk. And they’d believe it when they said it too.

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