Fear drives the barhound...
Staring at dozens of TVs @ 4:pm on a Friday, offering commentary to his sidekick. 45 & embarrassed, wearing the official mustache of 1985... He knows that he can get on the train w/ the future at any time but has convinced himself of the opposite 22 years ago. It's easier, somehow, living in constant defensive cockiness, pretense @ full strength.
YES,
MOTHER FUCKER,
I AM HAVING THE TIME OF MY LIFE & YOU WISH YOU COULD PARTY THIS HARD.
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