It ain't easy staying motivated when your 85 and even masturbating doesn't work any more (my dick really did die before the rest of me). Not even looking at great looking women with "strong" fit bodies or even thinking about Bill Clinton style sex (which I endorse and loved) doesn't do anything for me anymore. Reminds me of that bad old gag "How do you stop a woman from giving head? Marry her!"
But I do stay motivated to stay alive and functioning through a fitness regime, devouring newspapers and books, trying to do deals, and remembering with laughs and fondness the experiences of my rich and unusual life (the Ice Princess would and did call me and my life's attitude "bizarre"). If you take care of your body your mind will follow. My four year stint working as a farmer, a Bronx lower case jew, slopping hogs was an absolute non starter. A real fucking, living, breathing nightmare that time has turned into a four year sequence of improbable but very funny stories. Like buying a bull with a "broken tool", selling hogs in Chicago and Austin, Mn. Thinking, in error, I could get fucked less in Chicago than at the Swift packing plant in Mason City, buying diseased Missouri feeder pigs, buying wet corn and even wetter, moldy hay. It was in Iowa where I really became acquainted with "If you can't fuck your friends, who can you fuck? Your enemies won't let you."
But at the end of the day, all of those experiences have helped to keep me laughing and always optimistic. I used to think that "It can't get any worse" but it did. And then the super pessimist, the Ice Princess would literally scream at me "You're such a Pollyana. Why should things get any better?" I would respond with, "Because I am going to make them better." And I did!!! So even today, at 85, I just recently got a testosterone shot to increase my energy level and perhaps even bring my dick back from the dead. I am still trying to live as though I'm 40. If that "thing" ever snaps to attention again with or without Viagra or testosterone you will will see pigs fly .
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