You remind me of a scene in a movie.
It seems you would follow the Cocteau Plan.
I choose otherwise.
Enjoy your banana-broccoli shakes and your classic jingles.
“You see, according to Cocteau’s plan I’m the enemy, ‘cause I like to think; I like to read. I’m into freedom of speech and freedom of choice.
I’m the kind of guy likes to sit in a greasy spoon and wonder - “Gee, should I have the T-bone steak or the jumbo rack of barbecued ribs with the side order of gravy fries?”
I WANT high cholesterol. I wanna eat bacon and butter and BUCKETS of cheese, okay?
I want to smoke Cuban cigars the size of Cincinnati in the non-smoking section.
I want to run through the streets naked with green jello all over my body reading playboy magazine. Why? Because I suddenly might feel the need to, okay, pal?
I’ve SEEN the future. Do you know what it is? It’s a 47-year-old virgin sitting around in his beige pajamas, drinking a banana-broccoli shake, singing “I’m an Oscar Meyer Wiener”.
There was a time in my life in mid-50’s, when I had chest pains after eating a 8-10 oz prime rib or steak.
Now at 81 I eat bacon every morning, and can eat any juicy steak without slightest problems. It is the daily exercise FRiend. Nothing better for the human body.
Notice the carnivore big cats never slow down as they get old? Because they actively hunt until accident happens and get killed. Old Humans on the other hand look weak, fragile and washed up in mid-70’s. Except those who exercise daily. I am gonna try to be as strong at age 100 as I am now at age 81. Unless of course cancer or some other disease strikes me over which I have no control. But heart attack is afraid of me.