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God damn this has been a tough year. God damn. Yeah, so now George Michael died.

George fucking Michael, man. And he was 53. I'm 54. That's a weird one. People, I mean,

there were these moments in life, you know, where you sort of notice, like, oh, age thing.

Like I remember the first time I looked at a playboy centerfold and realized that I was older

than her. I always thought of those women, you know, and well not always, but when I was a kid,

I thought of those women as being sort of very distant, you know, in the future. Like, that's a

full grown woman right there. And I'm a 13 year old with my dick in my hand, but man, someday,

and then, and then the day comes and you're like, oh, she's my age. Still seems kind of

distant and, you know, in approachable, but she's my age. She was born in 1962. Holy shit.

Now, God, now they could be my kids. It's so weird. Age is so weird. One of the weirdest

things about it is that it's one of those things. It's like, it's like when you're high and you know

you're high or you're drunk and you know you're drunk or you're dreaming and you know you're

dreaming. So simultaneously, it's really weird, but it's also like, you know, it's a complete

illusion. I think age is that way, at least for me. It's like the older I get, the weirder it gets

because all these things are happening and you become much more conscious of yourself in terms

of age, but also the more you realize that it's all an illusion. It's all bullshit. Like young people

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