I got a haircut today. Pretty nice, I mean, its cool.

Wore my “Speed Racer” shirt because it makes me feel young and its cool because there is that movie coming out.

I show up at Winn Dixie, picking up some beer. I say to the checkout lady, “Its cool that I don’t get I.D’ed anymore”. She says, “Well, you’re what, 40?”

I about lost it. On the inside I was crushed. I played it cool, but DANG, I am still in denial about 30 and here I am being pegged as 40.

Crap.