im not afraid to die

but i do worry about losing my zing.

my panache.

my joi de vive or however the french spell it.

i know i wont live forever but while i am here will i always have the desire to rock out with my

heart on my sleeve, as it were.

will i always feel as alive and confident and

indestructible as i do now?

sure im alone, im graying, im freshly rejected

but thats nothing new.

im also free, breathing, and eating snickers at 3am.

with very little responsibility other than to my boss

my God

and my country

and you the busblog reader.

ive received some amazing emails this week. and since this is the last friday in october i really should do an ask tony but a) im not sure how many of you are out there

and b) im afraid you may not be ready for love

i can tell you this right now america, im ready for love.

watch me stare back unblinkingly.

just watch.