The Curious case of the King, Commissioner and Ustaad.
A few weeks ago my father blew out 59 candles on a cake that was meant to remind him of the day he parted ways with his umbilical cord. I sure don't think he's any less handsome looking than he was in his late 30's or early 40's but he's sure to get a few pats on his back reminding him about the 60's Club that he will soon be a patron of. It isn't hearsay that the 50's are the new 30's with a good word of thanks to Botox. But who cares, Botox and the several over the counter age defying drugs are the recreational drugs of the half centurions. Oh and not to forget a huge round of applause and praise for the Blue Pill. I loathe at the very thought of having a pseudo metro sexual parent in their 60's but I'm comforted by the close to zero chances of that happening. The fear does return in a chilling way looking at what my father's more accomplished peers are doing in Tinsel town!! Self denial is unfortunately a strong trait in my DNA, but