DJ old fart

So today reaches a new era in thinking. As I peel the calendar off tomorrow to a new month, I can't stop to think about my thought process as father time has added 1 more year to my old bag of bones.The following is just a representation of how time changes the way you think.

Yesterday, I thought, "I wonder what Anderson is going to wear today"? Today, I thought, "I wonder what college Anderson will go to'? Yesterday I pondered how many people will show up to hear me DJ? This morning on the drive to work I wondered what age I would retire?
Getting old sucks. It never even has been a though that I was in fact getting older. So when I look at my clothes, the music, and lifestyle I live, I don't think much has changed. And here lies the problem! Isn't the aging process supposed to be like wine or cheese and get better with age? I mean I'm still DJing to a bunch of 18 year olds. Do they look at me like why is this old dude trying to play our music? Maybe they are. But maybe if I'm rocking a party, or stomping a box on the mountain, people will look at me and think that dude still has it.
Well folks, I never had it! I never wanted it! In fact, me and Brent used to steer so clear form it, that our moms thought we needed help! Somewhere between then and now, I've realized that it, isn't it at all. There was a saying that I heard a while back and used to use it in my signature. "If you're not now, you never were".
And then comes the math. Anderson is 3. When she's driving, I'll be getting senior citizen discount notifications. When she graduates high school I will be going on 31 years out of HHS. Don't get me started on when she gets married, has kids, and then her kids have kids!
I'd keep going, but my old mind has went off in another direction, and I can't even remember where my thought process was going!
Hey birthday..........................................suck it!
Getting old is for old people!
I'm DJ GT and I'm out....1