Being Honest With Fiction

I wanted to put yesterday into perspective. Or better yet, I wanted to add color so that I could find contrast in the shadows of this thing I called my youth.And, so, I had to count backwards to make this possible. Of course, counting the years that went back was enough to make me shake my head. This is crazy for me to realize that, including yesterday, 38 Father’s Days have passed since The Old Man, my Father, was around. 37 years have gone by. This means I have made 37 trips around the sun since the month of December in the year 1989. And of course, I ask this out loud.Where has the time gone?Wasn’t I just here, not that long ago?Wasn’t I younger not that long ago? The lines in my face and the grays in my beard are interesting to me. The scars on my body and the aches in my knees and my back are uncomfortable to say the least.Of all things I know, I know this for sure:Time and age will always be undefeated.I was born in the month of September in the year 1972.This is when the seed…