At fifty your hand starts going "fuck it, fuck you, I'm making a squiggle. Nope. not a "y" ... not an "nne", no freaking way. You get this squiggle. And yah, it's the wedding reception sign-in book, with all the people be lined up behind! That's right, people be lookin' (my hand be goin' all ghetto and shit on me by now), my hand be laughing, going, "Oh, yeah, but it's ok, cuz you cain't really see it up close, anyway, can you? So even if they cain't read it, niether can you!"
And you're all "It's cool. I'm cool." And you sign the Wedding Registry, in front of all those people, all dressed in white, you sign...
curveSquiggleHyphendashdot space! Letter thing almostbutkeepontrying.no. sad.
Next in line? Please?