Older Than I've Ever Been

There's a very popular pop-punk band setting up for an instore show in the record store where I work, right now, as I type this, and I find myself not giving a single tin fuck.

In fact, only minutes ago, I was thinking, "Christ. He's been hitting that kick drum once a second for what seems like the past forty-five minutes. Is he somehow still unsure of how well it is mic'ed? And more importantly, who the fuck cares? Certainly not the spoiled, chirping little retards that are being dropped off in droves by their idiot parents. Piss on them."

I'm all growed up, ladies and gents.