At the employment place, they are now thinking of getting all up in the optional, extra life insurance. If they got that paperwork into Prudential’s the Rock HQ in time by the end of short-month February, I got me the young people lower risk rate. One day later, up in the month of March, and they got me paying higher, hey-look-you-might-be-dying, 45+ rate.
‘Cuz, you know, past 45 is well-past prime. With my genes, if I split the average between moms and pops, I got 11 years left on this rolling planet. On dad’s side alone, I’m making it just fine living years overdue. For mom, I’m already 10 years plus on the middle-aged scale.
Guess it’s time to stop wondering when it will get started. This shit is where it is now, and it’s already in decline. Catch me tomorrow when I’m really feeling sorry for myself.