When Everything Hurts and Everything Glows

It’s 2014, and everything on my poor old body is hurting. Even the dawning of a new and beautiful day over our L.A. mountain village of Topanga is so bright and intense that the glare hurts my eyes. I can feel it in back of my pupils and down the sides of my face, a sensation that makes me want to rub and scratch. I hate scratching. I told my wife Cinelli that this might happen if I cleaned the …