These Days Are No Different

I've been Gatsby'd.  Well and truly.  I got Jay Gatsby'd in the face, and it well and truly destroyed me.  But at least there was no confrontation.  No phone call.  My comeuppance is down the road.  At least I don't own a pool.  That would not be good.  And for what in the end?

The lines on my face grow ever deeper.  I'm getting older.  It's struck me.  My youth is extinguishing and I am transitioning into middle age.  How?  This happens to everyone.  And where do my dreams go?  It's the same.  It happened to your parents.  It'll happen to your kids.  You become old.  You stop being part of popular culture.  You become irrelevant.  You become redundant.

And then it's just game over.

Joaquin out.