I think I’ve mentioned before that I’ve always felt for some reaosn that I’m on this ride for 80 spins, and then I’m done. If that’s the case, then today’s the halfway point.
When I was a kid, I thought about the year 2000 and how I’d be 32 when it came. Thirty-two! I couldn’t imagine myself at that advanced age. Now here I am at forty, and it doesn’t feel very different from, say, thirty.
Becky’s already told me that if I’m going to have a mid-life crisis and it comes down to a tattoo, sports car, or mistress, go with the tattoo, as it’s cheaper. I’m thinking a red 2×4 lego brick.
I’m not a big birthday party kind of guy but as long as I’m in Baton Rouge there might be some Abita Amber this evening…