![]() 04/08/2015 at 10:00 • Filed to: aging, i'm old | ![]() | ![]() |
But yet, not an adult...
I pulled into the Harris Teeter parking lot, blasting this from my stereo and remembered that this album came out the summer before my senior year of high school. 20 years ago.
Then, some college kids looked at me like I was a creepy old man. You know - the kind who go watch the women's volleyball games at the local college even though they never attended, or even care about volleyball.
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Yeah, that latter part was me at George Mason University. He's not a teacher's assistant. He's not my dad. Is he, like, one of those stateless people who has to stay on the campus and can't be deported? I too blasted woefully unhip music from my car and wore what could only be described as ranchwear and IDGAF. Yea, Patriots.
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My personal epiphany came when this gem turned 25 a few weeks ago...
Well that and the realization that girls half my age are legal...
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