Feeling Old

Been feeling old lately.

You know you're old when you stop counting how old you are.

You know you're old when you go to Starlight casino, purposely walk slower past the security, and get disappointed when they don't check your ID.

You know you're old when you start asking yourself if that's too much meat on your plate.

You know your old when you're no longer in the first bracket:


You know you're old when you notice that all of your little cousins mouse scroll with their middle fingers, while you scroll with your old and inefficient clicking finger, as they all stare at you like you're using the internet for the first time.

You know you're old when 3 lbs of wings is too much for you, even if they're Italian Roasted Pepper wings.

You know you're old when maybe punk rock was wrong, maybe authority isn't all that bad?

You know you're old when the world that was once yours for the taking, all of a sudden is no longer for you. You're now a hurdle for someone else.

So hurdle away punks, hurdle away...