Bruce Willis is getting his ass kicked by an older guy with hairy triceps.
I have hair on my triceps. I'm getting old.
I'm navigating this touch screen with all the agility of a geriatric in a diving competition. All the parts still work, but they don't point exactly where I'd like all the time. Goddamn period. They always told me not to put two spaces at the end of a sentence, but now that shit is encouraged.
I'm not older than Mr. Willis, but I do remember when he had more hair on his head than this guy has on his upper arm.. I remember when he was in that movie with that naked chick, too.
There is a vulnerability to what I have going on right now. I'm a few drinks (and half a jar of olives) deep. There is no real privacy to speak of. I'm sharing a couch with a sober person and a cat. Both look pretty comfortable, but slightly annoyed by my state of mind.
My bonus arm hair makes me miss the time when free thought seemed like a given and my damned space bar wasn't part of a touch screen (though you can thank that same screen for that last apostrophe....I sure as shit know I wasnt coming up with that one on my own).
I really don't want to sound like some aging asshole with an impending mortgage and fantastic health insurance, but I miss 10 years ago. Hell, I miss 5 years ago. I miss when when only guys with German accents could rough up Bruce.
if I go bald I think I'll shave my head.
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