this morning #136.

this morning, the residual effects of decades of treating his body like whatever the opposite of a temple is were finally taking their toll. not so young with hacking lungs & bunion fun. exercise abandoned. the patchiness of the skin on the left side of his face had recently mutated into a pattern resembling the hawaiian islands & oahu was starting to itch. the hair on the top of his head had long since given up but the hair about his face & back flourished. his gimpy leg limped along & in these morning hours, he dragged his right foot around the apartment trying to get the blood flowing. his high school football days seemed so far away.