Days turned into weeks, weeks turned into months. And then, one
not-so-very special day, I went to my typewriter, I sat down, and I
wrote our story. A story about a time, a story about a place, a story
about the people. But above all things, a story about love. A love that
will live forever.
“I don’t feel it – you never do. I still want to kick around on BMX bikes! I have to ask my wife: ‘Do I look like a cock, or is this all right, the way I’m dressed?’ Because you don’t want to be ‘that guy’, but you also don’t want to listen to that voice either. I want to wear skinny jeans when I’m in my 70s. Why not? Who cares?”