FEED My MIND: Adventure. Learn. Live. Write.
I’m too old to be a sugar baby.
I’m too generic to be the recipient of a windfall.
I’m too unknown to be the focus of a rich benefactor.
Guess I’ll have to make my own way.
I’m too young to be a washed up writer.
I’m too set in my ways to be a new bride three times.
I’ve been around the block and reject the 30 y.o. love-maker.
I want to fuck my own way.
I’ve got another life time to live. I’m only half-way home.