lfb: love in the golden years
Marty gazed at himself in the mirror, examining his face. Creased like a map, it was. He
About Me
As you may have already gathered, I am 2N, uNsiNkable. If you’re here looking at this page, I can only presume it’s because you want to know what you’ve gotten yourself into by landing here. Alternatively, I have coerced you into reading my blog and now you want to get the Cliff Notes so you can fool me into thinking you’ve actually read it.
Either way is fine with me, really.