There comes a time in every man's life...

Scratch that. Let's start differently. How's life? Love? The pursuit of happiness? Is your job treating you well? Is your car in good shape? How are your stock options? 401k? Marriage? Kids? Are you remembering to maintain your house on the weekends? Mow the lawn? Pick up the dog ****? How's your mortgage? Bills? Car payment? How's your love life? Did you put on some weight?

Life goes on and on, and things change. Kinda like a sine curve. Up and down, down and up. Sometimes not in that order. Some friends come and go, some stick by you. It's all part of the endless ballet, the dance we call Life in America. You trade in your party house for a home that you might want to raise kids in. You trade in late nights of drinking cheap beer for meaningful discussions on the deck about politics, and then go to bed early so that you can be up in time to take the dog for a walk before work. You trade your Playboy subscription for Sunset and Better Homes and Gardens. You buy a mini-van.

You wish you had the time to read good books, and start looking into yoga, or Tai Chi. You get rid of your offensive T-Shirts. You talk about making babies.

You know what? The craziest part is that you want to. All of it. You long for stability, for security, to just dig in somewhere and create a kind of nest for yourself. Somewhere where you're in control, where you can dictate your environment and conditions. You could home-brew in the garage, and do Tai Chi in the backyard. Put a swing there, and a tree-house there. Maybe learn guitar.

Yeah. I'd kinda like to play guitar.

Memories fade, and there's no time like the present. Cheap beer and parties are great, but not forever. God knows I don't want to be an Alcoholic when I grow up. Who wants to be famous anyways? A life of comfortable anonymity is all I want. Is that wrong? Am I too young for that?

Eh. **** it. I'll keep my Playboy subscription.