It brings many things. A better-developed palette for savoring various scotches and fine wines. It makes you appreciate fine food and all it’s intricacies.
It brings the knowledge that some people will bullshit you to get a laugh, while others will bullshit you to get your last dime and life’s blood and leave you dying in the gutter thinking ‘What the fuck just happened to me?’
It makes you realize there is more to living than just drinking, fucking and fighting… or biking. (Although many here including myself would argue that biking is essential to a full and enjoyable life.)
And there are downsides as well. I like to not dwell on them or have this post become a pity-party, but let’s face it… we are not all 25 anymore and some of us (me…) have abused their bones more than others and now must pay the piper.
That is my right knee. If there are any orthopedic surgeons out there who happen to read this dying blog of whining, then I’d like to have you clear up what is happening. My version is, there are 2 hunks of cartilage that are ‘free-floating’ in my knee and are causing me no end of problems. I get to schedule surgery ASAP and it most likely will be before X-mas. Which sucks in itself, but at least I will have 3-4 weeks to sit on my ass and heal.
Enjoy a cheap laugh at one of the old guys. I’m off to a warm bubble bath and a double of the Glenlivet.