It started when I began to need reading glasses. Then my brown hair bleached out grey, popping up in weird places… like my ears, nose and eyebrows… all of which grew larger in relation to my face. Soon it took extra effort to bend over to put on my socks. I’d walk into a room to get something and forget what, or put down my keys and they’d disappear.
At the high school reunion I obviously walked into the wrong room to find a bunch of old people in spastic seizures on the dance floor making believe they knew me. And in the mirror some dirty old man stared back in disbelief and laughed.
