The most exciting early quadragenarian of his generation

EvilDwarf · August 1, 2013, 9:15am

TheSuperciliousWiseacre:

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The year is 1972. A child is born on a car in a petrol station forecourt. He develops unusually quickly – by the age of one, he’s walking; by three, he’s shaving. At six, he picks up a pen and starts writing poems – about tires. He the most exciting young poet of his generation. His work makes headlines around the world but a cutting review in an Italian newspaper pushes him into a deep depression. He seek solace in long books, stereophonic music, train-spotting, reasonably priced Japanese car-spotting. He tries antidepressants, he tries Paracetamol. Eventually so, he is cured by the therapeutic power of – blending.
His life starts again. He learns a 0:53??? job – spellchecking electricity builds. He is the most exciting spellchecker of his generation. He his headhunted by a newspaper, renowned for typographical errors and transforms its spellchecking operation. Suddenly, he is a someone – goes invited to exhibitions, banquets, opening nights, catwalk shows and sporting spectacles. He thinks, he’s made it.
But then he meets a girl with radiant skin browsing the LP-section at a record shop. By day she’s an architect with a love of violin concertos and punctuality, but by night she’s a wild child who leads the man into a life of thrashed hotel rooms and sex in moving vehicles. She steals his heart, his money, his air miles. He’s left with nothing.
Sleeping in bus shelters with only the pages of a tropical magazine to keep him warm, the man turns to window cleaning. He cleans the windows of 1:51???, sporting arenas and jumbo jets. He’s the most exciting window cleaner of his generation. He becomes wealthy again – shopping at the finest stores and eating the finest food and yet his heart remains broken.
He turns to the internet to find love. Dates follow – with music lovers, art lovers , leather lovers and monkey lovers. He’s the most exciting internet dater of his generation. But it’s a painting performance coaching chemist??? who finally captures his heart. They conduct an affair in the great hotels of the world. He proposes – she accepts. Wedding plans begin, a venue is picked, champagne purchased, and reading is chosen from Isaiah and Winfrey. It’s a perfect day.
On honeymoon in the Maldives, the man sees a small monkey killed by a falling coconut. Profoundly affected he decides to give his time more generously to charity and paint pictures for old people in his community.
The man who is a boy is happy. It’s his 40th birthday. The man settles down in front of the computer with some unlabelled Chianti and a light snack to look at images from his past. He sees a good life – and sipping his surprisingly delicious wine – the man wonders what lies ahead.

The quinquagenarian era, I would say.
Ahoi