Having said that, art has always got me high. It's just the other stuff took up more of my time.
Turn 50 and you get a certain vantage point - quite particular, quite amazing, really. You've lived. You've experienced. You've bloody well survived! With it comes an understanding, an acceptance, a certain glorious surrender - without the glory.
What they say about youth being wasted on the young makes sense like it never did. There's no going back. Wherever you are, at whatever stage of life may be at - it is what you have to work with - adapt or perish. What a devious contruct!
It's a paradox wrapped in pita bread. And there is sauce dripping on my hand.
I lick it off.
Slowly.