Man, but do I hate being at the tail-end of a demographic now: 18 to mutherfrikkin’ 35. ‘Young’ associates look at you like you’re seconds away from drooling senility and a hip replacement, and ‘seasoned’ peers are opening their arms for zombie-like expressions of decrepit kinship and bladder-control brotherhood.
Fuck that noise. Today, I shall float like a pre-pubescent butterfly, and sting like a Viagra-fuelled bee. If performing monkey number 1, 2, and 3 can make 40+ work WITHOUT a makeup artist? Then watch out world…’cause this particular primate hasn’t matured enough yet to reach the metaphorical equivalent of ‘solid food’. 😉
