NOVEMBER 22-TUESDAY: The reflexes have softened and diffused. The eyes no longer have it, at least not without reading glasses. The musculature, that lean, taut, youthful body I misused so well, has retired to Memory Lane. What's left is the "e;essence,"e; not the original. And we all know that "e;essence"e; in this age of zipless sex and eternal youth, does not pay the rent.Is this the bottom line of the aging process? Is this what I have left, a premature dotage shoved down my shrieking throat? Look, I'm still a man, I still have these vital, lusty feelings. I want to reach out and touch and take and have. But when I reach out, there's nobody there. I am last year's model in this year's wrappings.
