I am forty years old today.
My feelings on it are mixed.
For my birthday today
I'd like you guys to make jokes about me being old
Let's have some fun
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You know you’re getting old when you cough and your back pops.
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Hamster and Gretel Episode 22 - Over the Hill / The Ice Queen Cometh REVIEW
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John Martyn // Over The Hill
Can't get enough of sweet cocaine
Get enough of Mary Jane
Going back to where I come from
Going to roll 'em back home again
Over the hill
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill
Over the hill
Hey, hey, hey, over the hill
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Hells bells. I'm gonna be 40 in October. Luckily it's just 1 knee.
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this thing almost came home with me, i know its supposed to be an age thing but im 22 and i relate so hard
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@clivepreaker
It was nice being on the road, stones and dust kicking beneath car tires. Hands on the wheel, eyes peeled on the horizon as the bitumen and gravel get swallowed under the car, moving him forward. Closer to that never ending stretch of road he now travels on. He was still adjusting to it, to the open windows and open road, and just how large this world could be. And how for the first time in a long time he was surrounded by people- strangers. Faces he hadn’t grown up with, and seen day in and day out. Those faces that gave him nothing but looks of pity, eyes sunken into their features, and smiles softening to sorrow on their faces- because who was Clive if not for a reminder of his own pain. “Yeah should do,” Jumping down from where he sat on the bonnet of his car, shoes kicking dust as they land. Head burying into his car for a moment to search. Part of him considers asking the kid what he needed it for, but he decided it didn’t matter too much, it wasn’t like he reached his stereo. Not when his car’s one works just fine. “It hasn’t been turned on for a minute though.”
Traveling for the last six months in Bonnie and Tatiana's "borrowed" RV was exactly how Cole imagined a never-ending family vacation would be. The bickering (mostly his fault), the veiled threats, the "family time" crowded around a joint after a particularly long day. It took some getting used to for Cole, who was used to being pretty much on his own, but it was good--it was exactly what he needed. Not that he'd ever admit that to their faces. But, like any family vacation, Cole had reached his breaking point. Rather than stick around and yell at them for no reason, he'd decided to get lost.
The older man he'd stumbled upon seemed harmless enough, and eager to help. That was a plus, even the man handing over his stereo so readily sent a wave of guilt through Cole's body. He'd offered! He could've said 'fuck off!' "Thanks. I'm sure I can figure it out," he murmured, taking it from outstretched hands. Cole fiddled with the dials, sliding his Van Morrison tape in to test it. Music pouring faintly from the speaker caused a triumphant smile to light up Cole's face. "Sweet," he glanced up at the man. "I'll swipe a new one next time I'm in town-- bring this back," Cole promised. "You sticking around for a while? For the summit?" Just because Cole didn't know the guy didn't mean he wasn't known-- Cole was aware of his status as newbie at the summit, and he only had a billion questions about how this whole thing worked.
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