Time to grow up

This isn’t directed at any of you, the loyal w(t)f reader. At least I don’t think it is. It wasn’t my intention to directly target any of the dozen or so of you. It’s someone else. No, really. For reals it’s not you! Geez, calm down already.

Anway, the lad and I run our normal Saturday chores today, including a spending spree at Kohls. Man, that kid has to stop growing or I’m gonna go broke keepin’ him in Dickies. Anyway a buddy of mine called and wanted to hang out. I said sure, why not. A few beers in the afternoon might do me some good.

So, homeboy rolls up with his 12 pack of Miller Lite’s. Of course I give him the ever popular “aren’t you too old to drink that crap?” line, but only once since he brough a 6 of Bass Ale for me. Mmmmm. Bass Ale.

We checked out his new truck. Heck, he even let me drive it which was cool (Ford F250, turbo diesel, 4×4 with a Banks kit and 4″ exhaust, no leather. Yes, those tires will smoke if you get on it) and we spent some time catching up.

Lesse…

Hates being married? Check. Cholestrol so high I’m surprised he can stand (and he isn’t doing anything about it)? Check. Spends all his money on toys (truck, trailer, electric scooters, flashlights) and complains that he is broke? Check. Hates his job but doesn’t do anything about it? Check.

He is about my age, crusing around on a Saturday sneaking beers (cheap crappy beer too) and pretty much not showing any responsibility. Talk about jealous!

Still, it was good to see him. But now I have a headache. Not sure if it was from the beer or the thought cramping I’m having trying to figure out why he still acks the same as we did when we were 19.

Or, it could be the big concert I’m trying very hard not to think about. Well, it’s not that big. No, it’s not near you (well, it is, if you are who I think you are, but nobody else) but the rest of you have heard of the band. Hope a good time was had.

I think I need some aspirin and early bedtime.

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