There at the bar, where I
haven’t been going as often
lately. No need, when the
coffee’s as good at home, and
the company is far better.

An article I read just the other day
said you are an entirely different person
at 77 than you are at 14. I feel entirely
different at 44 to when I was 34. And
some days, even, to when I was 43.

A friend told me earlier today that
I’m able to do things without looking
for applause or validation.

I’m not saying that’s true, but it
explains why I now feel out of
place at any bar.