the impossibility of finding a sufficient biking partner at one-thirty on a tuesday evening

[nosilverbullets]

have we all grown that old. there is a current and it's drawing us closer to the ocean and were drowning. the sacrifice made for using the term "youth" freely for moments in the evening when you stroll out of a dark bar full of brown ale is enough to give me seizures. Is there just confusion on my part, did someone forget to whisper what traits a twenty-five year old should identify with.
lets grow old together but with umbrellas, bike tires, museums, rusty cars and late nights because the truth is I don't really like wearing ties