I'm kind of curious what kind of old man I'll be, if I even live that long. Yes I know some of you are saying that I already am a crotchety bastard who doesn't get the culture of kids nowadays and still isn't sure who Lady Gaga is, but I still have yet to enjoy the early bird special as a result of me waking up at dawn. Usually it's due to me not sleeping the night before.
Nothing makes you feel older than watching kids grow up or seeing old picture of you. My friend Heather decided it would be a great idea to post some shots of me and some friends back in high school on Facebook. It was great taking a trip down memory lane to simpler times, but looking at myself twenty years ago...
So let's play a little game here on One Bad Apple. The mission is to find your author Wiwille in the photo of this sausage fest below. Not even my best friend could point me out.
"Forty is the old age of youth; fifty the youth of old age." - Victor Hugo