You know what time I went to bed last night? 8:45 PM. Yeah, I watched the first 9 minutes of the Celtics.
You know what time I got up today? 5:15 AM. I fucking took a walk. Yeah, I fucking walk now.

Know what I did from 7 AM – 9 AM this morning? Sat at Lendy’s for 2 hours with my buddy drinking coffee and diet cokes talking about nothing. This is what I do now. This is my life. I don’t grind on girls asses in the club listening to Bieber and Lil’ John remixes. I ask for extra dry toast and a few more Splendas with my warm up. I don’t order tables at Tao, no, I order General Tao’s at 4:30 for dinner at Billy Tse’s. I’m about to be fucking 30 in a few weeks. This is it. This is my life from here on out. I’m not going to a secret bungalo on a secluded island with sexy bikini-clad girls everywhere for vacation next month, I’m going to Disney World where black families where the same color shirts and have leaders with flags that carry their last names.

This is my life and you know what? I’m OK with it. I’m about to get lunch and smoke a cigar and am pretty much done with work for the day. Shit ain’t that bad. Yeah, I don’t got a 6 pack anymore but I’m about to bury a few 6 packs on my porch in a few hours. See…. the key is knowing when to hang it up. You don’t not want to be that 38 year old guy waiting in line at Whiskey Priest.