EPIPHANY

 I just noticed today that everybody is either driving a TESLA, MERCEDES, or some other shiny new car while I am driving a 25 year old low end vehicle that still has a cassette deck, manual locks, manual seats, and crank windows.  I have no problem with that, but while driving I can see no car that even comes close to the retro decrepit state mine is in.  Plus, I am driving with a 36 year old cassette tape blasting and I LOVE IT.  No bitching about a car loan.

If and when I watch porn, it is usually on VHS or DVD and it is 30 to 40 years old as well.  Porn does not do it for me these days like it used to, but I still enjoy erotica and sexy women getting banged, if not by me then some wench forty years ago who keeps mouthing "FUCK ME" when it is obvious the guy is fucking her already.

Most of my possessions are relics from the past that I still have some connection to.  I would see a therapist about this, but it would cost me too much money and I would not follow any of the suggestions anyway.

I am quite unique in many bizarre and perverse ways.  Though I might be considered a "dirty old man," I still feel like a 12 year old in my mind and have not done many perverted things for a long time.

For those who want a taste of my strange world of the past I give you the BANG TANGO, "Dancing With Coals" album that I listened to on my drive this morning.  "Who still listens to BANG TANGO?"   You might ask.

Me.

Now I am off to watch some old porn.  The kind where there was some dumb plot and you had to wait through the foreplay for some sex action.  Just like real life.