I'd like to think that by the time I'm 40 (not too far away now), I'll be wearing suits to the office, going to bed at a reasonable hour, drinking wine that costs over $25 a bottle and generally enjoying the shit out of getting old. I hate the kids: why would I want to be them?
Then along comes this and frankly, it hits a little too close to home. Thank god I still have time to change my ways.
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