Not sure what I am.
I am between both of them.
A man without time. I'm over the hill.
But started falling backwards.
Back the way I came. When I am 80
I'll be riding the big waves
and banging young girls. But lots could stop that.
Shot by an angry husband.
Eaten by a shark. Or something mundane.
Killed by a deadly snail.
Drowned while on mushrooms.