How old were you when you attended your first funeral?
Of all the things you wanted but never got, what was the one you wanted most?
Would you trade your wisdom for youth?
What do you have to lose?
All my life people have been walking up to me handing me vegetables. Some lettuce here, a tomato there. It’s random and annoying. I just take these idiots’ onions and stupid cucumbers and throw them over my shoulder with disgust, throw them away, and continue on my lonely impossible search for a salad.