Play the twitter game for fame they said. Write, repeat, re-tweet, like and the fans will flock and peep. They will peep what you have to write and maybe your website to follow your insight. It’s slow going but I’m playing the game. This is the 3rd crack at it and you know what they say about the 3rd time. I’m rubbing my good luck charm of a padded mouse mat for my carpal tunnel and alleviate other ailments of aging man syndrome. The youth is gone but the lust remains.
With each gray hair in my beard and aching cartilage I pine for days of delinquency as a juvenile. Free speech isn’t ready for delinquent adults that’s why they give us twitter. I’m grown older (wiser) and moving up the ladder of the game of life’s RPG career track. But I’m taken aback and my backaches from carrying the burden of 2020 woes built upon the terrible acts I committed in the teens. Twenty 21 is the year of healing and hindsight is 20-20.
Forever 21.