This Bud’s For You (or) This one’s for YOU Bud
Hi folks, my name is Doyle and I’m damned near 57 years old. Not a big deal, but guess what?
I can still out drink, out think, out talk, out fuck, and out write a lot of guys half my age.
I’m also a Grandfather to the cutest little gal you’d ever wanna lay eyes on, maybe you’ve seen her picture once or twice. Furthermore, I love to be called GrandPa because I earned the title. Somehow I managed to raise a little girl until she could have a little girl of her own, and damned if I don’t love em both so much I wouldn’t care if everyone else called me old for ever.
Me old? I guess maybe to some I am, but it really don’t matter much to me unless you count the few extra aches and pains it causes me once in a while. Somewhere along the line I developed a responsible conscience, so I don’t go out drinkin much if I have to drive. (Now THAT one can bug me and cramp the hell out of bending my elbow!)
One of my heroes was still making movies before he died of cancer at 72, maybe you’ve heard of him—The Duke (that would be John Wayne to you youngsters), and I don’t think folks would have said he was "old". Another favorite of mine was Old Blue Eyes, yep, that would be Frank Sinatra who died at 83—and still singing. Everybody thought Frank was immortal to the end.
So ya’ll go ahead and poke fun at this ole grey hair if ya like, but just remember, I earned every danged one of them and wouldn’t have it any other way.