Time and the Reverb

A little look back and forward

© 2019 the author

It’s hell to get old, kids. That’s why I never go around mirrors, or when I do I stand staring at the overripe specimen, perversely fascinated, and wonder whether it would present a less disturbing spectacle if I raised ten grand to really do the business, with nips and tucks and fillers and reductions. Then I think about these guys, St…