Okay. So I’ve faced the realization that my physically reckless youth is catching up to my current age with a vengeance. It wouldn’t be in my best interests to seek out any more mosh pits, and my bar brawling days ended over a decade ago. Fine. I can live with this.

However, what I adamantly refuse to accept is this oppressive notion held by many that once one reaches a certain stage in life it’s pretty much “game over.” This is abject bullsh!t, friends. Let those who’ve thrown in, or surrendered their towels comprise the Rocking Chair and Prune Juice Brigade. I’m not going down like that. No way, no how.

Want to challenge people like me on this? We double-dog dare you!