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I was thinking about this the other day. Me and Steve Wilfong were at a bar called the Starlight Lounge one night when we were in Florida. We went there because they had Yeung-Ling on tap and it was across the street from Fuel, whenever that got to be too crowded. This was back when I was 21. We were talking to a couple girls who were older than us and when one of them asked how old I was I told her I was 23. "Thats too young for me." she said, to which I replied, "Well darling thats as old as I can get."
Now I really am 23 and even though that was only two years ago it doesn't seem like anything is different. I assumed that the reason I told that girl I was 23 was because I was excited about what life would be like when I got to be that old. The two years leading up to me turning 21 were pretty good. When I was 19 I worked at a pretty popular bar, I made lots of money and was surrounded by people who I liked and thought highly of me. Then I joined the Navy (on my terms) and elected to become an electrician (also on my own terms), everything that was happening was something I had put into motion, in short I had moreless been in control of the events that had taken place from age 19 to 21.
Now, at 23, the major things in my life in the last two years have been out of my control. "Go to Japan." "Go to sea." "Do this, do that." Sure I've seen some big cities in Asia but only because the boat needed gas. How much more rewarding it would have been to have scraped the money together while I was bussing tables and flown myself to Tokyo or Hong Kong. That is where the justification lies.
Donna and I had a talk like this on the tailgate of my truck about a month ago and sometimes I think it is she who weilds the power to slap me around and tell me to just shut up and enjoy what I have. She would tell me to to just make the next two years of my life start right now and make better decisions that I could look back on as my own.
Time to buy a big of millanos and read a book.
Now I really am 23 and even though that was only two years ago it doesn't seem like anything is different. I assumed that the reason I told that girl I was 23 was because I was excited about what life would be like when I got to be that old. The two years leading up to me turning 21 were pretty good. When I was 19 I worked at a pretty popular bar, I made lots of money and was surrounded by people who I liked and thought highly of me. Then I joined the Navy (on my terms) and elected to become an electrician (also on my own terms), everything that was happening was something I had put into motion, in short I had moreless been in control of the events that had taken place from age 19 to 21.
Now, at 23, the major things in my life in the last two years have been out of my control. "Go to Japan." "Go to sea." "Do this, do that." Sure I've seen some big cities in Asia but only because the boat needed gas. How much more rewarding it would have been to have scraped the money together while I was bussing tables and flown myself to Tokyo or Hong Kong. That is where the justification lies.
Donna and I had a talk like this on the tailgate of my truck about a month ago and sometimes I think it is she who weilds the power to slap me around and tell me to just shut up and enjoy what I have. She would tell me to to just make the next two years of my life start right now and make better decisions that I could look back on as my own.
Time to buy a big of millanos and read a book.