Foxey

Age is a funny thing. There is a point in our lives, I think probably 18, where we stop wanting to be older and suddenly focus heavily on reminiscing on the joys of youth. I guess 18 may be a bit rich, but by about 22 you’re definitely looking back to the glory days. Health, abundance of girls, ability to hold liquor yet avoid hangovers – those where the days…

But age has some advantages & of late one component of aging has started to appeal to me greatly. What is it I hear you ponder as you sit staring into the vacant air around your screen? GREY HAIR. Yes, I’ve noticed that more and more grey hairs popping through all over my head recently and I for one could not be happier. I would love to be grey as soon as possible, primarily so my eye brow, or specifically the white patch I have there, is blended in to the rest of my head. I really don’t like it much at all, so to be blended would be grand.

I could even call myself the Silver Fox. Perhaps Silver Service or Old Man River. Maybe even The Man from Snowy River.

Yes, the possibilities are endless.









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