One of the neat things about being a for real elder is not giving a fuck. That, and everyone being mostly okay with it...within reason. I mean I ain't climbing the damned Chrysler Building with my underwear on my head with a Roman candle sticking out of my butt shooting fire balls, and me singing the Oscar Myer Hot Dog song. That's something we've come to expect any day from our head of state...also an old bleep.
Being older is to begin the process of stop worrying. There I feel better already.
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