Whiter shade of pale.

For most of my life I was fairly dark complexioned. I loved the sun, and loved summer. Then along came the skin cancer thing. Now I’m just a pale reflection of myself. (Sorry.) Four years hiding in the shadows has left me with nothing but white skin and scars. I’m starting to look more and more like a zombie everyday, so at least I have that going for me. Maybe I could get a job on the Walking Dead—or the Jogging Dead. At my age I have to keep moving or I could lose my ghoulish figure.