Eres la edad de Cristo, my father said almost six months ago.
The age that Hunter S. Thompson was when he started writing for Rolling Stone and
And for editors five to ten years younger than him who did go to college, smoked weed
And the age he said where your life could go in any direction
It has been ten years since I was 23
A shy but ambitious college senior
Still working at a bookstore that is now closed
Going every Monday to a video store now bankrupt
Scrounging the Internet for footage now available easily
I fell for that Bob Dylan song about life and love on the road
I get it now – tangled up in memories of people who got away
I lived the Warren Zevon song about being wasted and dreading it
Except we aren’t always free in or from our dreams, me thinks
A Seven Nation Army couldn’t sum up the last few years
Now what? I ask myself every day.
Some female New Age writer/speaker, who is pretty hot, said
That her post-Baby Boom generation somehow got an extra ten (or 20) years
It landed smack in the middle of adult hood and middle age making 50 the new 30
Notice some of the day’s hotties are past 40: Halle, Jen, J-Lo, Salma, Teri H…
My father talks to me during the week
Memories of life right before me or when I was little.
His favorite car, his best car, how inexpensive gas was, my first birthday
He married at 31, became a Dad at 33, moved to a new country at 35
He said his hardest, toughest and best paying j-o-b started when he was 38 (?)
And I wasn’t around yet.
If 50 is the new 30 then wtf is 30? 15?