Melonhead dropped by this morning, on his way to get a coffee from the portuguese.
Not much is new with him, he’s getting riper, slowly.
He wasn’t very happy with the election, he felt that more people should have bothered to vote.
He felt that had more people bothered to vote things might have turned out differently.
He worries that his old-melon-security benefits will be cut, and he won’t get his senior-melon discount anymore.
I nodded, smiled and thought about what things will be like when I am older.
Then I realised that I am not a Melonhead.