You’ll think, “Mellow? Hell no, I won’t let that happen.” Then, watching TV you’ll get a muscle-snap-twinge, think, “Fuck, I like Jason Biggs now. How old even am I?” This won’t be the worst, won’t swill like Nickelback songs or slipper socks. But maybe magic’s real, if the pie-fuck guy can get beautiful like Brad.



Remember when we thought we’d be forever? And we liked sex? Now we read about Simon Cowell having it and it’s a Biology text book before we’ve done anything, body parts we can’t label. Equations are easier.