58, you know? feels like a whole life lived then boom, one bad landing and it's all just… gone. the body used to be the money-maker, the thing that got us through, paid for the rent and the grub, now it's just this… shell, you know? and everyone says 'oh, you had a great run' but what do you do when the only thing you were good at is ripped away and you're just… another face in the crowd, trying to figure out if there's even a point to getting up when the joints ache and the old paychecks ain't coming in like they used to, and it's all just so… quiet now. like someone turned off the volume on my whole damn life.