Days they go so fast

So it is the anniversary of my first birth. I won't say how old my birth certificate indicates. Paperwork nessesary to excist in this time period states that I am 43. Although, people are starting to notice that I don't look near that age, so soon I will have to rework it. I'll write more later.....

Some of my experiences

I am going to start a new blog about some of the exeriences my master and I have had over the years. I don't know how it will turn out.... Hell, I may not even get three entries in it before I tire of it altogether.

After all.....I AM a vampire!

How old ARE you?

My master works at an old age home (assisted living facility.) He has for as long as I have known him. He loves it. He enjoys talking, listening to stories and reminiscing about days gone by. I tried working there, but I couldn't handle it. I see the sad loneliness, he sees historical triumph. I see what I should look and feel like, he sees his victory over age. Truth be told, I should have been pushing up daises many years ago and don't get me started on how old he is. Why hang out near the cemetery, when you can be near the strip club (theater, art gallery, night club, mall, etc.) I crave vibrant, pulsating life. To "plug in" and drain life arouses me. I guess because he is much older than I, he needs less. If I am not draining, working on draining or gloating over a draining, I am hollow. Reading this I realize I sound shallow, but try floating on rubber raft, then jump in.