its bound to happen. especially here in Hollywood where everyones beautiful.
i’ll catch a glimpse of myself in a mirror and i’ll flinch.
someone will tag me on Facebook and i’ll say is that what i really look like?
or a pretty girl will tie me up to a rotating bed, turn on the smoke machine, start up the video camera, and when the dvd is shipped to my PO Box i will screen it and say god im fat.
im sure it doesnt help that im usually twice as old as the people im being photographed with, or that im bald (and in my minds eye i still have a huge afro), or that clothes just refuse to look good on me.
but then i will find myself watching television and i’ll happen to see a rock star with a legendary producer
gentlemen who are not that much older than me. at all.
and i will notice how aging hasnt overlooked them either
and i’ll ask to be uncuffed, and i’ll find my iphone and pause the telecast
and i will take a digital picture.
and it makes me feel better about myself.
once again my heroes have inspired me, and now i can soldier on.
I myself sleep very easily knowing that Frank Black has made the world safe for pudgy bald white guys who like to rock.
Thank goodness I am holding up better than most 35 year olds.
Uh, Tony, those guys look a skooch better than you. No offense.