Next stop 30.

I am 22 and I had a conversation with Aaron today about how the days fly by. Thanksgiving break is already an afterthought. I leave tomorrow morning to go back to Walla Walla and torture myself. Aaron then mentions his grandmother who is pushing 80+ if I recall correctly. She says the YEARS fly by. This is what I have to look forward to. I will be 30 before I know it. And you know what comes after 30? Mortgages I think. And babies. And car payments. I do not look forward to mid-life. I enjoy life as it is now, I miss being younger, and I can't wait to be a dirty old man. Maybe the years flying by will be a blessing in disguise. I can't wait to sit on my porch in stained underwear with a shotgun full of salt-rock and protect my peach tree from the neighborhood kids. Especially that damn Dennis. He's always coming over and stealing my peaches. I also hope that with age I manage to attain the mental acuity to pick up new technology. I don't want to be that old man getting passed by the car telling them to get a wagon. I don't want to be that old man who stares at the airplane and says "whazzit?" while sipping a bottle of whiskey. I want to be the old man teaching my grandkids how to use the new iPod while sipping a bottle of whiskey. Most old people spend their money on odd-smelling furniture or insurance scams, but I will be spending my retirement on cutting-edge stuff that puts hair back on my head and allows me to teleport to Indonesia on a whim. You know what they say about a retired man in Indonesia...