White Man Dancing
I’m not quite 40 yet, but my body has begun to give me hints that it doesn’t move as fast as it used to.
Maybe it’s the achy joints, or the inability to process a triple, extra bacon, extra cheese hamburger as quickly as I did in my 20’s without the need to quaff my favourite stomach remedy . Maybe it’s excitement I feel when I think that maybe I’ll have a chance at a nap before dinner.
I was never any Travolta, but man, I could cut a rug when I was younger. I head-banged to heavy metal without having a sore neck the next morning, I moshed and bounced and picked myself off the ground like a warrior. I felt cool, could go as low as I could go, I slow danced with passion, and never felt like a night could end.
Living Like A Boss 