As we grow old, the question, in one way or another, will often linger in our minds; must all good things come to an end?
This was the way, before it was cool.
As we grow old, the question, in one way or another, will often linger in our minds; must all good things come to an end?
Normally I take any chance I get. So why does it feel so different now? Seemingly since the inception of man, there have been two