Glee

Man. I am so outta groove today. I keep thinking about being 21. And believing that I miss it.

But I wouldn't go back and do it again for anything. Ok. Maybe if I could go back as I am now. But that's not the same thing.

At 21 I had, what I considered at the time, *total* freedom of movement. In retrospect, that only meant being able to get together with someone just because I liked them and enough time and money to see/hear a lot of hardcore bands, read books and drink beer.

My ideas about what constitutes my freedom of movement have changed. But, today, I would really love to play like I used to.

Getting old sucks.