FRIDAYAfter the convenience store clerk asked for my I.D. she raised an eyebrow, "Born in seventy four, huh?" I nodded. "Yep, I'll be thirty-one next month." As she leaned over the high counter and handed it back to me, she looked me square in the eyes and snarled, "Someday you will look your age!" There was something very wicked about the way she ( Read more... )