I’m 33 frackin’ years old and already I feel like 53. I met up with a few of my old buds recently and I realized something: I’m getting too old for this crap.
I used to have a nightlife. I used to have a decadent lifestyle. The spirit is willing, man. But my chunky ass is definitely not in a mood to paint the town red anymore. I did try to party one time, dance the night away, drown myself in booze- but I was just not the market anymore. I found myself wanting to sneak off to someplace more quiet and laid-back, share a quiet drink or two over some good conversation.
In the morning, my knees frackin’ hurt. Whether it was the dancing, or the activities the night before, I had no frackin’ idea. I used to just worry about having a hang-over, but now it’s knees, man!
Thus, this blog. It’s really all about putting things back in order. Lose some weight, get 8 hours of sleep, get some work done, make a lot more money, etc etc.
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