oldie

I am very bad at being young. There is something intrinsically old and grey about me. Phuchkas never appeal to me; I don’t understand the hype and enthusiasm about getting high; instead I swallow a galleon of tea all day along dipping Marie biscuits in time from time to time , a food item that even street dogs refuse to have now a days. I do not comprehend why people go to discotheques to pay and dance, for that matter I do not even understand the purpose of gyrating at all. And I am sure had I ever been young I still would not have understood the work of a disc jockey… why does he scratch? I mean the disc.