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[slackjawed]

My whole life, old ladies have told me two things and they've told me these two things ad fucking nauseum. Given my fear/hatred of old people these two things have stuck with me and managed to flutter about my giant skull for most of my goddamn life

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[inertiacrept]

You're gettin at it. The real betrayal of all that shit isn't the young person's mantra that you might as well do that extra line because shit, we all die someday. Young dude was right about that, but where young dude fucks up is his failure to realize that in between your cowardly refusal to overdose at 23 and your death from natural causes at 79 is a lot of progressive sedation, finding yourself wondering if you should really have that third beer on an empty stomach and picking up hangovers from shit you did at the company happy hour, and how that shit eventually gets worse to the point where even shitting and walking are heavy with their own risks and factors and positive and negative outcomes.

When I was maybe 23, I could jump and barely graze the bottom of some backboards with my fingertips. At some time around 29, I realized I couldn't do that anymore. Now, it's pretty clear I'll never be able to do it again. A lot of shit is like that. Hell, everything is like that. One non-dunk at a time.