Time To Toil, a short story by adventun. Date added: 2010-06-22. Times viewed: 680.

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Intro: Forty year old and think your elvis riding a Harley lol

In the lives of others what do we see? Do we look through the window and into a world of the known or unknown? They the others seem happy with there world, maybe they have done it all and seen it all. I on the other hand haven’t seen it all and have definitely not done it all yet or even worn the bloody t-shirt that goes with it. I am forty and yes I guess I have missed out on a few things in life. I don’t own a Harley and to be honest I don’t really want one, I have not yet been to America or ran down the street naked, oh no only joking on the latter honest.

I’ve done one night stands in the past and to be honest they made me feel cheap and horridly dirty but that’s just me I guess. I am married now with two kids and I am doing a degree. I am still wanting something though and for a man no it’s defiantly not sex what I am wanting honestly it isn’t. No something else is in need of here something more desirable than quick shag with a strange but sexy bird in stocking, suspenders and high heels. Does the thought of that get you going it does me; anyway back on to the main point I was trying to make. You reach a certain age, you are mature and not as quick on your feet but now you are more level headed than ever before. At last you know what you want and how you are going to get it. You have the ambition, the guts, the drive and the know how at last. Down the road there’s a feller who swears he’s Elvis but you know different, you’ve seem his type before. Five Cars he has, three are these bloody American tanks and others are vans. The other day he was outside is blooming garage revving his bloody Harley up again. No that’s not me no way, no not at all. I don’t like show offs anyway never have done, to me they are missing something in life abit like me but different as they are mixed up and not really on this planet.

I just want my degree and get myself a career at last before I die, maybe go on a few cruises in the med, and see my kids grow up and spend time with my grandchildren. I don’t want a Harley man at forty. I don’t want to try and get my youth back as when it’s gone its gone isn’t it. Its not a competition anymore man, we have counted how many notches we had on the bed post, we drove the fast car, dated the fittest bird in high school. We drank our mates under the table, beat them on the playstation at football etc etc. Im happy man why aren’t you, why are you still chasing what you cant have, its time to toil man and look at your life before it’s to late.

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