Have you ever had that feeling when you just know things are not going to end well?
Like when you borrowed your brother’s rickety twenty-six inch three-speed with the rusted handbrakes… the ride up the hill was great using that first gear, but here you go, down the other side, picking up speed, faster and faster, squeezing useless brake handles, careening out of control until you’re facing the choice of being plastered onto the back of the ice cream truck you were chasing or plowing through Mrs. Thornton’s prize blue roses.
And that’s what turning fifty-seven felt like to me.
Music: "The Gypsy Song" by The Freak Fandango Orchestra,
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