Life can be so cruel. Mick Jagger, who will be 83 years old next July, still hasn’t been able to finally come home in dignity. It would be really nice if every time you walked in the door at the crack of dawn there wasn’t someone sitting at home in the kitchen stressing about a little out-of-town joy of life: “One day after coffee/ You fixed me with a stare/ And said where were you on Friday night?/ Tell me who was there?!”
