Man, I gotta be honest: 40 has been fucking with me. For the most part it's been something I felt but couldn't quite put my finger on. But then, suddenly, it came to me (Ha! Take that, Alzheimer's!): I feel like the kid on Halloween who's been called out by people as too old to be trick-or-treating. I'm like, "whaddaya mean?" How am I old? Why does that thought occur to me? Why do I care?Ah, sweet mystery of life, at last I've found you... Now, how the hell do I get rid of you?
Luckily, I have a new job and my wine career to keep me occupied...
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