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Getting Old . . .

// November 3rd, 2008 // Erik's Observations

Recently, I just turned 28 years old. Time flies when you hit 21 years old, it’s like my sense of time has been irreparably destroyed by binge drinking… nah, it’s more like the calendar just got a supercharger. When I was young it always felt like my next birthday would never come, now it comes almost as fast as DV as he slaughters millions of his would-be children into a fresh new Kleenex. It feels like these things are coming so often, but it’s all good.

I feel like I’m on my way to becoming a cranky old guy. When I was younger I used to laugh at “old” people of my current age when they’d talk shit about my musical tastes. Today I listen to the hip hop of now and just think “what the hell is this bullshit?”. The only reason I even listen more than once to any of these songs is because they are annoyingly catchy and get stuck in my head. At the same time it cracks me up to think that “Rumpshaker” and “Baby Got Back” will soon be in rotation as oldies.

I can’t believe that it’s been ten years since High School. My reunion is coming up. I haven’t kept in touch with anyone from those days, so it’ll be weird re-meeting everyone. Most of these guys, like me, grew up listening to the Dog House. I can’t believe I’ve been a fan of the Dog House since middle school. I see only two possibilities, either my sense of humor is that of a middle schooler or the show has evolved along the way and kept it fresh. My vote goes to the latter.

Speaking of which, next week is the Dog House Army get together in San Francisco. So far I’ve hung out with the East Coast DHA and the West Coast DHA. Between the two get togethers that I had a chance to be a part of, I must give mad props to the East Coasters. They sure know how to throw a party. Either way I refuse to coun my West Coast brethren out for now. The East Coasters have been hanging together in person much longer; The West Coast get together I attended was the a first. I’ll report back next week on how it all goes.

While I’m at it, I thought I’d take the time to write “Chino XXXL, fuck you too”! Some people shouldn’t be throwing stones, especially people old enough to be passing stones. To think that DV called me a lardass is hilarious. I know you’ll never hear this again in your life, but for once you are NOT the biggest loser!!! Keep doing your chin-ups Chin, because you still weigh a lot more than I do. If you wanna bring it, we can keep a weekly weigh in on this blog.

Ok enough venting about my partner. When picking on him I feel like that guy in grade school who picks on the kid eating his own boogers. Sure it’s a fast laugh, but its just not satisfying…