I awoke to find myself being Ravaged! Afraid not. Not by my wife JoJo. Not by a smoldering sex-starved intruder. Not in my dreams!! I found myself being ravaged by the ageing process. Actually it didn’t happen overnight. It’s been barely noticeable over the long haul, like beach erosion or a turtle orgasm. But like shifting sand, I’ve come to find my losses. A few are glaring, like my hair & hearing loss.

But that’s not the end all. I SAID... THAT’s NOT THE END, Y’ALL!! I’ve come to notice I’m not as quick these days. “Lil bob” is no longer a first responder. Maybe I’m being too sensitive. Maybe I’m too de-sensitized. That may explain why I’m not 'too quick' any more. Problem solved! Since I’m no longer sexually active, no more bitches... uh, I mean no more complaints! Eh?

The list of casualties of my lost youth are piling up. But I keep losing count & have to keep starting over. I find... I find... my... car keys, but where in the f**k is my car?! It’s way bigger & should be way harder to misplace. Remember... baby steps. Baby steps. Shit!! Where did I leave that grandbaby?

Ok, I found myself. Being ravished, yes, but one step at a time. The point is ... I found myself!! Of course, I was in the last place I looked. Eh?