I wandered through my friends’ list on Facebook this afternoon.
I found 7 dead rock stars,
There was a load of Italian Genesis fans from some show in Turin in 1974.
I noticed 4 girls from grade school who I had given dirty Valentine Day’s cards to in the early fifties and had seen their panties from under their desks.
There were 8 rock promoters, including Harvey Weinstein and Bill Graham.
There were 12 dogs and one cat.
And one girl who keeps asking me to send money to her so she can get a flight out of Turkey. The rest are people I don’t know.
Apparently, my kids have unfriended me.