At age 42 and starting a new career—I’m

At age 42 and starting a new career—I’m not-so-subtly being reminded that I’m not “entry level” age.

It seems that most chimney sweeps start as children and they thought I'd never master a Dick Van Dyke Cockney accent. I had to put that dream aside and find my

it difficult to play badminton with the Strouse's, our equally-rich neighbors. Even though I'd broken nearly every bone in my body from repeated falls from the roof, I continued

to turn out every afternoon for the match. I think Mr Strouse considered that I was basing my play on Monica Seles as a loud yell accompanyed every shot. I decided to inject

my arm with the last bit of heroin. I had to score more but no one at this game was going to have any, that much I knew. I walked out of the gym and onto the dark streets of

Vein Street. A group of heroines made their way to the Bloods. "I'm gonna score either way," I thought. Wonder Woman said, "We're metaphorically fighting for your life. Go sit by

the pituitary gland and watch us take out Blood corpuscle ships the Trypanosomes have commandeered. Power girl, Wonderwoman & Catwoman staked out the hypothalamus. My Avatar's view

was distracted because I was busy watching Ponies while the three superheroines fought their way through the patient's circulatory system. Hahah, Pinkie, you so crazy. I checked

and there IS no second appendix! There's just the one! And so everyone made it out alive, except for the patient. Holy moly, was that ever messy.