As we all know, there is no underwear in space.
My life is like a lone, forgotten Q-Tip in the second-to-last drawer.
I always just looked really like someone who will someday be on prescription medication.
Believe me, I didn't think there was some princely family I belonged to.
From here on out, there's just reality. I think that's what maturity is: a stoic response to endless reality. But then, what do I know?
As you get older, the pickings get slimmer, but the people don't.