Between Me, You, and the Fencepost

There are days when you think you're getting older, and then there are days you know you're getting older. Recently I've had some of those days. Most of the time, those realities come by means of someone in their twenties stating the date in which they were born, a date which I can remember very vividly. However, I've reached another plateau... Just the other day I was standing in our new house, which room I can't remember... another reason why I am getting older... anyway, I was standing there and I drooled. That's right folks, I just randomly drooled, long stringy drool and for no reason. This has never happened to me before, but I feel like I recovered quite well. Just another sign post on the road of life I supposed. I just quickly wiped my chin and whatever flat surface was directly below it, and moved on. I think I was in shock, because I didn't mention it to anyone for quite some time.

Tonight in the briefing room, after my 6-8PM set, granted I play the 4-6PM as well, so I had been playing for quite some time, my nose began to run. The problem was, I had no clue that it was running until my good friends Sam Gallegos and Michael Tharpe caught my attention by saying "Hey bro!" and then motioned their hand toward their nose thus indicating my dilemma. This was no flaky booger, some hardened, dry, easily-swiped-away nugget, NOPE. This was string cheeze. And I was clueless.

So folks, tonight I sit in my bed and the only thing that sounds good to me is pudding or Jello. I suddenly want to wear a bathrobe and slippers and yell angry rants out the front door at the neighborhood dogs and children passing by. I want to watch cable TV, but I don't have cable. A couple episodes of "Archie Bunker" might be nice right now. I'm thinking about pricing Rosco's, you know those little scooters for old people with the big cup holders on the side. Maybe I'll get an '01 stenciled on the side of it.