
This makes me wonder how I'm going to feel at 40...or 50...or 60? My grandparents are in their 80's kicking it in Florida, playing golf everyday. I can do that! Bottom line is that life is moving at break-neck speed and I'm enjoying the ride. I see too many miserable people, living miserable lives and you know what happens...they have a heart attack, then sayonara. Fuck That! I feel just fine that I still get carded...for scratch tickets. I'm glad I bust my ass to stay in shape...yes, that means extra chest. I know Death doesn't discriminate, but I'm not going to make it easy. My other grandmother (not the one in Florida) has smoked cigarettes and drank everyday for the last 60 or so years and she's not slowing down at 85. Based on my figures, I should at least clear the century mark and that's still 67 years away.
So Happy Birthday to me and "Thanks" to my friends for all my birthday wishes. The way I see it, I'm like a fine wine (not the type that comes in a box - although it's still delicious!), I'm only getting better with age. In fact, you look into a crystal ball 67 years from now and this is what you'll see:

The Gun Show Still Going Strong!
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I think you already have the leotard for it, but in black.
Just gotta get some dumbells
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