Why is growing old so **** hard? I swear, I think I'm turning into a circus freak. It wasn't all that many years ago when I could turn a young girls head. Now, I only succeed in turning their stomach. The hair on my head has relocated to my back, my ears and my nose. My IQ has decreased and my waistline has increased. The other day I looked in the mirror and I swear my face would make a freight train take a dirt road. There is hope, though. On these freakish days, I go out into the garage and saddle up my Rocket and hit the road. When that happens, there's no such thing as a circus freak. Semper Fi!