Well, I've got the kid and the lawnmower. Even have the silver beard. No, wait, it's white. Yeah, that happened.
And I got me a gut, which I've been working hard as hell the past 6 months to rid myself of, and it's making a difference. I don't feel quite so old and out of touch, and my pecks are actually hard, again. Kinda like when I was a young mountain-biking punk in Phoenix riding all over hell and creation and climbing mountains and gritting my teeth through the pain and loving it.
Now, working out hurts like hell, but I've kept it up! And I'm gonna meet my goal if I have to roll over and suck my thumb in the fetal position and cry for my mommy!
Ugh!
Old sucks, but I'm never going to start listening to/watching punk kids play video games for three hours!
Hell to the NO!