Musings of the South

The funny thing about getting older is that you never feel old until that old person moment hits. Like when you're out at dinner with a group and someone mentions how much they hate something, and then you slowly realize you haven't hated that in years. Like the hatred of being grounded. I barely remember it. As you look around, you realize that the cool crowd you've been hanging with are all at five to seven years younger than you. And that's when it hits you. You're old. Its cool though. You're the only one at the table drinking beer. And that's warm feeling isn't the alcohol, its a slight sense of superiority. =) That having been said, if you had my number at anytime, you probably still have it. Its the same since the 6 iteration. So if its starts with a 3 you've not got it. But if it starts with a 6 you've got it. Or you could just email me. thehostileteddybear@gmail.com