Ugghh...this "too old to party" attitude.

Only people I've known to be afflicted by this debilitating curse, are people that were always too old to party.

This cliche requires qualifying, as you went on to do. Age is not only a number in e.g. professional sport.

e.g. senior discounts

This. I happened to be in Amsterdam on pride day last year. I was navigating to a particular restaurant and was paying too much attention to my phone. Some big German dude backed into me and my phone went flying. The screen shattered. I picked it up and the German dude turned to me with a look of anger on his face, as though I was going to get in his grill for backing into me in the middle of a human menagerie. I just said “dude, **** happens. It’s just a phone.” He calmed down right away and gave me a hug.

A little later, I turned off a Main Street into an alley that was oddly deserted. After I rounded a corner, I came upon a young woman sitting on the curb with one high-heel off, examining her toe. A young man stood next to her, obviously frustrated. For totally unrelated reasons, I had a nail clipper in my pocket, which happens not to be a normal condition for me. As I approached, I reached into my pocket and silently handed her the clipper. She looked up at me and said something to the effect of “you’re a godsend.” I ended up talking to the couple for ten minutes or so and they were sweet and young and in love or lust and I had a vision of my past, of some roads taken and others not. For whatever reason, it was a poignant moment.

Amsterdam, man.

There is a future, though we cannot know what it holds. If we are lucky, some joy to go along with certain tragedy.

I am posting this to assure everyone that God is real and that HE is a comedian.

Just yesterday I took my car in for repair of a rattle and it didn't cost too much. I also dropped by my local Apple approved shop and had my laptop tested to see if it qualified for the recent recall due to batteries catching on fire. If it failed the test I'd have had to buy a new laptop for ~$2,700 bec I can't wait two weeks for the repair. My laptop tested ok, no repair. I also finished off a huge stack of business papers that I should've done long ago and sent them off. I rubbed my hands, satisfied that all was well and that I had no worries at all. Even mom is doing ok.

And then.......and then........the phone rings this A.M. It's my accountant. That's bad right there and he lays it on me good. I owe a ton. There IS a God and his name is the '**** you, Howard, God.' He ****s Howard everyway he can except the way Howard wants to get ****ed.

Tell me there is no God and I spit on your name.

Nice stories.

However, except for at the margins, luck hasn't much to do with it.

Sorry for the inconveniences, other Howard.

Sadly I have to disagree a bit. I go to gigs which is usually fine* but went to Reading to see SOAD a few years ago and would have been enjoying the mosh except everyone was so ****ing considerate to us (and a bit scared of me as they bounced off). Nice, respectful and concerned, they didn't mean to make me feel old and out of place anymore than we meant to make them feel they had to be careful.

Never felt so old in my life. Later I went to see Hawklords and never felt so young


*the biggest problem at gigs and worse at clubs is your hearing goes. Basically getting old sucks big time.

I feel like Job at the moment, tbh. Can't catch a break.

OTOH, no one is holding me in a pen w/o soap or toothpaste, so there is that.

That is the best part and the second best part.

Clubs - I'd mostly agree except it doesn't go quietly

@ Howard Beale: You have an accountant? How morbid.

I don't have one; I just have wads of cash, very liquid assets, a passport, and lots of friends in foreign places. Plus an impressive bunker, and live near the largest ocean on the planet to facilitate a backup escape, if necessary.

And you are now old enough, Howard B., to disregard most laws and all ethics. Be smart, or like Don Adams, get smart.

Trump nodding in approval.

Let the world burn, won't be my problem.

I feel you.

Reading, though. Different culture, man. That's all I'm saying.

My brother didn't want to go, because he felt as though he would stand out. He felt that age would enter his or other people's consciousness. He equated standing outdoors in a forest, with three stages/fields, on a sunny day, with speakers everywhere as though the music was as natural as the trees themselves, would share any resemblance to a night club experience.

When I lost a girl who was ten years younger than me. I met a woman that twenty years my senior. We chatted at a drinks stand and she asked me if I wanted to join her friends. I said sure. The friends she described were really just people she met that day. One must have been Spanish, and started showing me how to sexy dance in front of her boyfriend. I was like, what the hell is going on, here. Being a man, of course sex enters your head for a minute, but there was then a realization. Why on earth would anyone want to have sex right now. This is a love, oneness and connection on a much different level.



You can buy protectors for the ears.

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A little later, I turned off a Main Street into an alley that was oddly deserted. After I rounded a corner, I came upon a young woman sitting on the curb with one high-heel off, examining her toe. A young man stood next to her, obviously frustrated. For totally unrelated reasons, I had a nail clipper in my pocket, which happens not to be a normal condition for me. [QUOTE]

I left my debit card, and some other important things in a public park, filled with people lying out. I realised an hour later. We walked back to where we were laying. Low and behold. They were still there. But the debit card was cut in two. Couldn't imagine why anyone would have a scissors. Couldn't tap and pay. But could glue it back together.

And as he flies, tears in his eyes
His wind-whipped words echo the final take
And he hits the trunk road doing around a 120
With no room left to brake

That’s a teeny bit of joy right there.

It's clear that when you came to the fork in the road you took it and I didn't. Wish I had, esp for the bunker.

Well age is still a number. You can also be too young to do things. So I care not for your social constructs for examples.

Bad form VD, your hero Alan Watts would not approve. Of course, he was a bit of a wacko. And the world ain't burning. It just smolders along as usual. No need to worry or fret. Have a Beer and kick your neighbor's dog for good luck. Being serious is moronic.

Be like a God, ageless.

Howard B., my old friend; get a gun - hell, get a dozen - and go down blazing. It's what the world deserves; it ain't serious. That's the fundamental mistake.

I'm the antichrist.