looking young
from the grass is always greener department, i’ve about reached my tolerance for looking younger than my age. just bought some beer, and the cashier kept staring at me to find if she should ask for ID. finally she asked if i was old enough to buy beer. i said, “i’m 45.”
she obviously thought i was full of shit, so i pulled out the great state argument settler. she told me that whatever i’m doing, it’s working.
yeah? being terminally pissed off at the violent morons on this planet gives me a fresh exterior? 
looking young generally means that you’ll be talked down to for the first three minutes of any argument. i’ve had people younger than me launch into bullshit speeches about how i couldn’t understand something, not having lived through the 60s, blah blah blah. sure, it can be used to advantage if you want to fuck with people, but generally i’m sick of it. ready to have the wrinkled gray exterior befitting the pearls that flow from my rarely closed mouth. that’s when i’ll be white, tight, and outta sight, bitch.
interesting thing about this mostly useless post is the influence of force upon supposedly independent age assessments. yeah, i look young, but not enough to warrant the increase in carding the older i get. that distortion comes directly from the bubbling psychosis of the state, which has now prompted wegmans grocery stores to claim on huge placards that they card everyone. most strangers not under gun figure i’m early 30s, not under 21.
August 22nd, 2011 at 23:05
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