Here goes nothin'

I look around me and see the trappings of a conservative, white collar, middle class man. Cubicle job in a computer career. (NERD!) Mortgage. Car Payment. 401K. Accrued vacation hours. WHEN THE HELL DID I GET OLD?


I've been watching and encouraging my pre-teenage daughter to live life, appreciate the music in her head, and find the thrill of adrenaline from riding bikes, boards and blades of all types. She is enjoying it all with very little fear. Watching her has reminded me of that rush I used to find so energizing myself.  I've become respectable. I've become professional. I've become boring.  Every braincell in my head keeps shouting at me. "YOU'RE TOO OLD!  You'll NEVER play with a rock band.  You'll never be able to keep up with the kid on boards or bikes or anything anymore. You're going to KILL YOURSELF if you try!"

The voice of reason says I need to continue to act my age. I don't WANT to. I have acted my age my entire life. I want to act the age I WANT to be. So here goes nothin'. The longboard is on order.  My bass is tuned, The  BIG ASS amp is powered up and on 11. Let's go have some fun!