What to say? Years go by quicker now. Minutes zoom into days. My teens were leisurely and tasty. I liked the chase more than the catch. Time is slippery now and not as cheap. I don't want to go back and give up the days, but I want to flashback more often. Maybe less. I want to feel invincible again. Cheap wine and short skirts--the sun and tanned boys. Less claustrophobia and smog. My old black car with the peeling roof and my hand-print on the back window. Don't ask. Or do.