I can’t wear skinny jeans. I’m not emotionally strong enough. Or, cruel enough to subject others to the sight of me in skinny jeans. That’s just to much information walking down the street for everyone to deal with.
I am still carrying two-hundred pounds of “mostly muscle” pretty well. I haven’t had hair in fifteen years. But, I did cut down on my drinking. If you ask, it’s because I finally grew up, probably nothing to do with hangovers. Still a biker though. I’ll rumble out five-hundred miles in a day and end the trip at the bar.
Yep. I’m still sexy. If the light is bad and she needs glasses, I’m damn sexy.