But am I too old to remember my early, interesting tales? I am now 54 years old and practically nodding by the fire. I live in the shadow of a singer--a writer of strange songs who is somewhat famous but not really. He is resistant to fame---insisting on writing songs about the most obscure, defenseless, misunderstood, enigmatic and divisive subjects ever.
But my love is so huge----because he is so wonderful and loving.
But yes, I have a secret life that he knows next to nothing about---so I won't tell him.
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