I wish my god damned knees would work

I'm really tired of hobbling around on these old, broken-down knees. I wish they worked like they did when I was younger. Hell, I wish all of me would work like all of it did when I was younger. It sure would be nice to be one of those guys where everything continues to work right up until the day they die. Of course, that would have meant that I would have had to die at forty-five, so maybe that's not such a good idea.