Selfie-Ish

A certain lady asked for a selfie, which I promised as soon as I got a haircut.

I got a haircut.
Both it, and the selfie, are the best I can do at the moment.

I am dying to get back to telling stories, get back to the Old Boys that once formed the core of what I love doing.

But they are dying at a rate statistically expected.

Some of them even think that the accelerated septuanagarian mortality rate is partly the fault of my soul-stealing portraits.

I think they are talking shite, to be honest.......