TALES FROM THE TIDELINE
I am good-looking in a slightly unusual, rugged kind of way. I am witty and cultured, well-dressed, look good in almost anything, and am in reasonably good shape considering that my fortieth birthday is rapidly disappearing in the rear-view mirror. I’d like to believe that all of these statements are accurate, but the truth is that the only thing I really look good in is the dark, and I’m balding, slightly pudgy and rather clumsy most of the time. The rest of the time I’m asleep.
The realities of life and those things we wish to be the realities
