I turned 70 today. Seventy. Fucking. Years. OLD. I was in my late 50’s when I joined this motley crue here! YIKES!!!!
Is 70 the new 50 these days? Nope. Seventy is still ….. fucking old age! I know this because of the questions that rumble through my now addling brain. Once upon a time when I’d hear others asking these questions I would say to myself, “Man, that person is old!“. And I was correct in that assessment. Questions like this;
— “How did this happen?” You have officially crossed over into waiting-for-death territory the very first time you ask yourself that. For sixty-nine friggin years you knew this day was coming … and now you wonder how it happened?? Seriously, you might want to consider getting tested for dementia. Be not afraid about that … you are still qualified to be President of the United States!
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