BLABBERMOUTH: Growing up is optional, but getting old is inevitable!

 

ONE undeniable fact about life is that growing up is optional, while growing old is inevitable.

This is evident in our daily lives, particularly in our small, beautiful, and beloved city, where many of us know each other well.

To illustrate this point, one needs to look no further than the lifestyle of a well-known conman who has been in our midst for a long time now.

Some claim he hails from a neighbouring country with which we share a border.

 

The dude amassed a fortune during the era of mass exploitation of that precious mineral.

Indeed, he lived the Benjamin’s way.

 

He lived extravagantly, emulating the luxurious lifestyle described by Benjamin.

 

As he has always been, he was pompous and exclusive, socialising only with the affluent during that time.

Well, this is just for background purposes because the real story that Yours Truly wants to share you, gentle reader, is about the new depths of poverty that this bozo has sunk into.

Imagine someone who once handled large sums of money now losing their weekend menial job for stealing a negligible amount.

This bozo was part of the team of marshals responsible for maintaining order at the entry points of local football matches held in a high-density suburb, which happens to be the oldest of its of them all.

This is the menial job that he was now performing, at least to put food on the table, given his spectacular fall from riches to rags.

Word reaching Blabber is that the bozo in question recently lost his job after it was discovered that he had secretly pocketed several US$1 notes from football fans who wanted to gain entry to the stadium for a reduced price, thereby evading the required US$3 entrance fee.

 

For the benefit of those who may be wondering who exactly is being blabbered about, Yours Truly is referring to the tall, lanky fella with permed hair.

Perhaps his unchecked affection for the opposite sex contributed to his ignominious downfall.

 

It is indeed difficult to imagine, and downright pathetic, that despite his previous wealth, he no longer has a place to call his own.

 

In fact, he currently resides in rented accommodation in a suburb whose name is associated with water.

At his age, especially with a son at university, his permed hair and boorish behaviour in public serve as a stark reminder that, in life, growing up is optional, but growing old is inevitable!

 

I rest my case!