“How’d we get here?” We woke up in the morning, put our feet on the floor, stood up, and staggered through the day, dealing with the shit that the world has flung in our direction each and every day since we got out of diapers. I’m glad I’m old because the trail is getting shorter.
If we’re lucky. If we’re unlucky, Poul Anderson’s “Boat Of A Million Years” scenario will happen, and we’ll never die.
My wife always tells me that I’m 61 going on 16.
She ain’t really wrong…
I haven’t quite gotten used to it, either.
I still refuse to grow up
“How’d we get here?” We woke up in the morning, put our feet on the floor, stood up, and staggered through the day, dealing with the shit that the world has flung in our direction each and every day since we got out of diapers. I’m glad I’m old because the trail is getting shorter.
If we’re lucky. If we’re unlucky, Poul Anderson’s “Boat Of A Million Years” scenario will happen, and we’ll never die.
My wife always tells me that I’m 61 going on 16.
She ain’t really wrong…
I’ve got that shirt and I’m old