Curmudgeon

Today is this man’s birthday. We won’t divulge his age and, boy, am I glad there is no clear shot of this man’s head. He has a baby face, but those gray hairs invaded a few months ago and they have been on an absolute rampage ever since.

He’s not where he wants to be in his life, but I’m glad he picked me up for the ride to experience his frustration. I wouldn’t have it any other way.