As I was sitting on a rocky chair,
An old man came and softly stroked my silverish blonde hair;
I looked straight to him, flashed my dentures
And we started reminiscing the events in year MMXX.

"Do you still remember how eventful that year was?", asking random questions was his way of stirring up conversations
"Yeah. That was the year I've met the sick dude I am married now," I uttered.
"I am perfectly...