No, I’m not venerable, not quite.
Today is my birthday, and with it comes an annual reminder that I continue to age and yet my stats do not improve like Gary Gygax promised. More like a rusting car than a fine wine. My receding birth year means I’m ever less attractive to advertisers and insurance agents. If you know me and how old I am, you know just how demoralized my younger self would be to at this age category I find myself in.
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