Reasons for living shrink with each passing day as another ache, another pain, another inconvenience greets me, gleefully reminding me that time always wins. My physicality stole away in my immortal middle age, leaving legs useless for running basepaths or springing to the backboard, but capable of taking me where I once did these things. My vision is growing dim but not dim enough for me not to notice what has happened to me. Aside from walking what has become the straight and narrow, sucking in the planets air, I am a burden. Is this nothing but the rantings of a man growing older and feeling sorry for himself or is it anger? My sexual difference is only useful for vague Memories and pissing on the side of the stool. It is gone now and much of me departed along with it. I am now more important to others than to myself I am glad for the ability to ambulate from place to place; that I can still hear,think and see those "sweet young things” floating in the vague periphery of my tunnel vision. There is no mistaking a puny *****, shriveled and shrunken for rigid and ready penis prepared to penetrate soft flesh at will when the sight is obvious. They don't hear the silent laughter inside my head or feel the devastating humiliation that accompanies it when time takes tolls and lust’s dime is not enough.