It chaps my ass that I no longer get ID'd at bars.
I looked younger than I was for so long but it's caught up with me. The gravy train ran out of gravy. Now at bars they just know well he's a geezer he can have a drink.
46-50, M
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Eventually you don't go to bars anymore either... well, the ones that live long enough anyway. hah