I hate my mirror.
I look into it every once in a while. Unavoidable. I see a wretched old man staring back at me when I do. So, I avoid it. I know sure as hell I'm not that old fart.
Right?
I look into it every once in a while. Unavoidable. I see a wretched old man staring back at me when I do. So, I avoid it. I know sure as hell I'm not that old fart.
Right?