This is 50
A couple of thoughts croseed my mind, 6 mos. ahead of some sort of MLK holiday that is wholly unrelated to the gutteral, reptile brain screed that follows.
How to tell that life is passing you by – occasional rants by some old codger who wants you off his goddam lawn, you punk:
Beer: what the fuck is up with all the IPAs? Fruity hipster hopfests suck. Where’s my Boulder Extra Pale Ale, the best beer ever?
Also fuck you hipsters. I drink PBR for the taste. Then, I immediately regret that decision. Irony is for saps, beatniks and white zin poseurs.
Porn: I’m noticing more movie sites in the stumble – on the one hand OK; on the other, it’s mostly just instant fuckfest with no mental component at all. “Bored by porn” is something i never thought I’d say. Worse, so much of it has the word “teen.” I do not care at all that the actresses are all of age – “teen” is a buzzkill. So is the late-onset puberty some of them project. Were I still in high school, sure, no problem. Now it’s just ugh, where are the dirty housewives. 35 is the new 18.