Every year I get older and older – I’m 56 – and every year my girlfriends get younger and younger, 30, 29, and now 27. I can’t help it, I just love their young fresh faces, their enthusiasm, their beauty and s***** energy and I am lucky enough that they like me back. I’m not even tall and I only make about $15,000 a year as an artist. Some day they won’t find me attractive, I’m aware of that, and I will probably die alone, but for now, god bless this little angel sleeping beside me, her little face bathed in the light from the moon.
