How old are you? 20. How old do you feel? 1080. I saw everything. Multiple times. Nothing makes me excited anymore. Yet sometime I miss something, I get homesick, I get this nostalgic feeling for something I do not even remember experiencing before. Sixty years old guy told me I am beautiful and kept surprising me with herbs he planted on his garden. I got thyme. And rosemary. And lavender. And bay. And chrysanthemum. He was so happy when I hugged him for a good night. Twenty-five years old guy then kept talking and talking and talking about himself and then invited me for a party with his best buddy when no bar in the whole town was open. He ended up friend-fighting in the streets for 20 minutes before I realized that it's enough and called it a night. I could say I am sad I missed the opportunity to go home with that fifty years old flute player. He made me laugh as no one else. Or that I was not braver with that forty-ish bartender. Who is twenty in his hearth and genuinely welcomed me in the family of regulars. And how about the semi-young guy after the stroke who barely talked but took a portrait of me. How about that aging welsh ex professional dancer who thought I am the one. Before he introduced me to his friend I actually do like. Maybe. I was to drunk to tell. And maybe I am wrong and peak of my day was meeting my co-worker in bookstore and talking about our neurosis-es for and hour. Maybe they are all right and I am too young for life. (But even though... I do not believe in age. As many people do not believe in gender. It is all about how you feel.) It was a busy night. Six nights a weeks. Demanding. But priceless. I wake up to survive until it is time to go to pub. At least there is something...
