The beginning of the end
Ok, so this is where it all starts - an empty plastic jar in a Hong Kong Jizz clinic. I’m a 40 year old man finally giving up and embarking on the long and torturous journey called ‘parenthood’. I’ve been lucky really. Most of my friends did the ‘normal’ thing and had kids in their twenties and thirties. Not me. I’ve been having far too much fun for that shit. It’s funny really, they say that life begins at 40, but for me, this is where it ends. No more drinking, smoking and partying. No more eating whatever I want, when I want. No more freedom. No more sleep. No more random holidays and no more looking after Number One. It’s all downhill from here. If my sperm miraculously works after decades of partying and being a selfish, happy, unhealthy bastard, then I have to face the horrible truth; it’s time for me to grow up.