I'm not old, they tell me.
I'm in my Twilight Years.
They're not lying, I tell them. They're just full of shit.
I look like I'm in my eighties, but I'm really in my eight hundreds.
Been that way since I was... well, eighty.
I don't know how and I don't know why. I just know that I haven't died yet and I don't appear to be in any rush to.
Know that song Forever Young? Well, I'm Forever Old.
I get sick a lot. I feel tired, weak.
But it beats the hell out of the alternative, I guess.