Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Senior Citizen at the Beach

Like venom is to serum, my melanoma cures me of my sun lust.

The remainder of my zeal for sunshine vanished beneath the 50 extra pounds hidden beneath the T-shirt I now wear when I swim.

The sun's too hot for my head now ... thus the hat.

No running for a football pass anymore ... plantar faciitis.

And the sunscreen ... block 45 ... makes me feel like a pig destined for the spit.

PLEASE. PLEASE. PLEASE. Tell me that I will never wear a Speedo!