The twenty year old dude behind the counter at Starbucks couldn’t believe I just turned forty-two.
That makes both of us.
Thankfully, he thought I was younger.
But the truth is, there’s only one thing I give a shit about when it comes to growing older. And it’s not my gray hair, nor people thinking I should be further along by now, and not the fact that I can’t score college chicks anymore.
The passage of time and subsequent birthdays are significant for this reason alone: the end is getting closer.
And that scares me man. It really scares me.
I have so much lighthearted nothingness yet to accomplish.
I better get moving.
Oh, and by the way, even in college I couldn’t score college chicks.
I think I would have done well in the psychedelic 60’s though.
Free love and flower power.
“In Live Like a Fruit Fly, Gabe Berman shares his recipe for living a more joyful, worthwhile, and abundant life in every way. A witty, entertaining, and insightful read.” — Deepak Chopra, Author, The Seven Spiritual Laws of Success