People I know keep on dying, reminds me how I don't like getting older. Granted, most of the ones dying lately, has nothing to do with age; suicide is ageless, of course, as is the sudden niggling cramp or ache that turns out to make you unexpectedly dead in a matter of few weeks. Don't know whether all of the bucket-kickings lately should make me thankful to have made it 47 years when others have not, or instead freak me out wondering if sooner than later it will be my turn , living on borrowed time. Either way, I wish it to be any other time but the present, back to when I didn't think so much. Back when I used to go out dancing to fluff like this, when I could not possibly have known how things would turn out, to an earlier time when more of the people I knew were still alive, and we only just wanted to dance. So give me a break about the song, I know it is so 1989, but it brings memories back for me, and makes me happy, which for today is a good thing, I've been ki...