You know that you’re getting old, when you’re in a bar/club and Nirvana “Smells like teen Spirit” comes blaring on. You run to catch up with your buddy and you start a mini mosh. People around you are shocked by this crazy and truely uncivilized behvaiour you’re exhibiting. What is this jumping around like an idiot supposed to be? What are you trying to accomplish you idiot?

You’re reliving events from 10 years past. It’s one of the most tiring 3 minutes you’ve experienced in a very long time, but it was also one of the most exhilirating things as well. You sit back and try and relax. God I’m getting old. I put my hands in my pocket; something’s missing. It seems lighter. Where the hell are my keys? Oooohhh shit. They’re in the moshpit!