This was the worst night ever. Yesterday I still was a young, spontaneous, handsome, fresh, happy, gay boy. Today I'm an old man with fake teeth, gray hair and a wrinkled face ...
To be honest, I don't feel any difference to 29. Not even to 21, which maybe was my best time. Brian Adams is going to be 18 for the rest of his life, I think I'm gonna be 21 till I die. People are always thinking I were younger anyway. The number doesn't really count, it's how one feels and looks ...
18 till I die
21. Juli 2006 - 8:02