May 18, 2005

I miss the good old days when I could drink all I wanted and somehow survive. I hate the fact that now when I drink, I suffer. I use to be able to "Crank Up the Enola Gay" on a regular basis and occasionally be "Invisible" without having to worry about getting up the next day. Now if I so much as get "Clairvoyant", I am done. So what happened to me? Age. I got old man, f’ing old. One day I was young and drunk, the next I was an old man. I am glad I made it this far and hope to make it farther but being old sucks. And this light weight stuff sucks too, but at least now I save a lot of money on beer. So enjoy it while you can because it sneaks up on everyone.