--Father Time, you are a sick old fuck. What is your end game? Mitochondria faltering, skin sagging, hair graying. You are depicted as a kindly old man with a white beard but I know the truth about you. Under that robe you have a hard on for suffering, for grief, for death. You take everything that was once beautiful and suck the life out of it. I want to cold cock you, knock you out, stop your relentless pursuit of passing time. How about you and me meet at sun up on 2nd Street for an old fashioned dual? Winner takes all…