My father heard this song the other day on the radio for the first time. Yeah I know its been out for years. Anyway. He runs inside and drags my mom out to the garage telling her he just heard a song that's sounds exactly like me. He restarted it for her and apparently she agreed. Personally I think I have mellowed a good bit since I was living life like this. For your listening pleasure I present.....

Sum 41 - Fatlip:

The "old me" is the president of the "SFPOCTTB" founded in about '63. The "old me" was dumb enough to ask 10-12 people up to my cabin for deer season and they were stupid enough to question me when I asked for food money. The "old me" is going on fishing trips with people who think that food and lodging is free. The "old me" is the guy that allowed folks to show up at his cabin with a 6-pack and drink a case. The " old me " is now 68 and a whole lot smarter and does not suffer fools and deadbeats. Wow, that took a whole lot of energy. But, I am now the "OLD ME" and really happy I don't do that dumb crap anymore.

Funny story. I just got back from my parents condo. I always call from the lobby on their directory to get "buzzed" in. Today, a family I didn't recognize was leaving the building and they held the door open so me and the ol lady could get in. Mind you, I'm wearing shorts and a wife beater and I've got tats on my legs, arms, chest, and back  which are clearly visible and, some might say, offensive. I knock on mom's door and she answers. First thing she says is "How did you get in?" "Some people were leaving and they held the door for us" In an angry voice she says "They let you in with all your pictures(tats) showing?" "yup, mom. I guess it's time for you to move to a nicer neighborhood. If they let the riff raff like me in, there's no telling what else might happen" She was not a happy camper. 

Funny story. I just got back from my parents condo. I always call from the lobby on their directory to get "buzzed" in. Today, a family I didn't recognize was leaving the building and they held the door open so me and the ol lady could get in. Mind you, I'm wearing shorts and a wife beater and I've got tats on my legs, arms, chest, and back  which are clearly visible and, some might say, offensive. I knock on mom's door and she answers. First thing she says is "How did you get in?" "Some people were leaving and they held the door for us" In an angry voice she says "They let you in with all your pictures(tats) showing?" "yup, mom. I guess it's time for you to move to a nicer neighborhood. If they let the riff raff like me in, there's no telling what else might happen" She was not a happy camper. 

For some reason I thought of this when I read that.