Hanging my hat on my knee...

Hanging my hat on my knee, I feel the heat escape my brow. What went with it? Is this the process of dying? Tiny, frequent releases, night and day?

And those who appear younger with time, are they breathing it in? How? Can it be learned or transferred with a kiss, a fuck, a handshake? Where do I go to meet them? And whom do I buy a drink?