There is this old guy on the television and he must be in his middle seventies. Maybe even older.
He has this hat on and is dressed up in a fancy suit with this long thin tie. In the background, loud music is blaring, some kind of house party trance techno type of beat. Thump, thump, thump.
Believe it or not, he is also wearing a pair of dark sunglasses.
There he is dancing away and making all of these jerking gestures with his arms and legs, just like the kids do nowadays. Upon closer inspection, I have to admit that he is doing an amazingly good job of imitating these motions, exactly to the beat. So good is his dancing style in fact, that if it were not for is old wrinkled visage poking through the youthful facade and exposing his true age, I could swear that he was an experienced house partier in his early twenties.
This old guy stops dancing and catches his breath. He says that he missed out on his youth. (The camera zooms in on a black-and-white photograph of a young boy of ten years old or so.) You see, he was raised by strict parents and he has never had the opportunity to go through the phase of life called "youth." The phase of life through which everyone deserves to pass. Like it was always meant to be.
And then when he grew up he had to work hard. Work, work and more work the rest of his life.
Now it is time finally to catch up, make up for lost time. Finally, at last. In the evening he will head on off to the local disco and have some fun. Check out the scene, scope the babes, toss down a few. Yes, it is never too late to make up for lost time.
In the end it is not lost time at all, not really.