My youngest brother turned 40 yesterday, which means all my mom and dad's kids are over 40. That's kind of a weird feeling. None of us look that old (good genes?). The only thing that would possibly betray my siblings' ages is the number of kids they have. Me? I just DJed a 3 a.m. bar last Saturday, so I'm still kind of in limbo. I mean, granted, that was the first time I've DJed in years, and compared to my past social habits I'm a relative homebody now, but still. I just don't come across as someone approaching his mid-forties.
Age is a weird thing.
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