Forever 29

Here's a piece I did for dugaldo.blogspot.com, reposted because it's kind of amazing.


I'm almost 29. I throw up a little every time I think about it. It's just a number, but what 35 year old woman* would shop at a store called Forever 29? I don't look 29. I sure don't act like it, but what matters are my old man memories.


I remember when you didn't want or need to know everything. No, knowing the definition of fecundity or settling a dispute among friends regarding the difference between Chris Tucker and Chris Rock will not make you a better person, it will just add to the list of things you'll look up and never use. I wonder if celebrities ever google us to see what cellphone camera movies we’ve starred in, what malls we've worked at, or the community colleges we went to?


So in a sense the older you get the more you get displaced from the present. Your memories don’t allow yourself to be present.


I'm sorry the impossibilities are over. Mommy isn’t there to say, you can be anything you want, even president. I can't quit my job and join the NFL or NBA anymore, I can't go to school again and choose a new major, I can't become mayor. It is a fuckin tragedy, like that guy who invented a cell phone that could play music because it had a cassette player built in. It boasted having dual cassette decks so you could have twenty, count em, twenty songs on your five pound phone without opening the deck to insert a new cassette. He was a laughing stock when his coworker presented the cellphone/mp3 player at the annual stock holders meeting.


But,


Maybe instead of the memories serving as concrete points in time for comparisons, they can serve as stepping stones. Maybe we can reflect on the improvements around our world and in our selves. Maybe I’m an adult prodigy. There is a stigma with youth and genius. When I was in Mexico, no one was amazed at my Spanish skills, they said my grammar sounded like I was in Middle School, but if I was a first grader and sounded like an eighth grader I would be a prodigy. See? You have to have your breakthroughs early. Keep these things in mind, Kobe Bryant didn’t become great until he was in his late twenties, same with Kanye West. So age doesn't limit possibilities a long as your're improving. Age can be viewed as a door opening wider and wider rather than a door closing ever so slightly everyday.



Above is Brad Pitt at 39 and Will Smith at 39. I guess my best days are yet to come.


*speaking of 35 year old women


La Roux - Bulletproof




Why does she look hella old? She’s only twenty one. And why does she have a voice of someone much, much, hotter?

Excerpt 5 of 50


"Hi."

"Hey, haven't heard from you for a while."

"I know, long time no talk. Hey, can you google me the Lakers score?

"Hold on. Um, they're currently undefeated, they won tonight 80-68."

"What a day today, I'm glad you're picking up my calls now. Speaking of Lakers..."

"I didn't mention Lakers, you did."

"You brought up the score. Whatever, who ever brought up the Lakers doesn't matter. Back to my story. I didn't bring my Lakers umbrella, so I was caught in the rain, and I had to use my briefcase as an umbrella all the way to the firm. The water seeped through the stitching, and my Maxim and turkey sandwich got completely soaked. How's the weather like gonna be like tomorrow? You can just go to weather.com, and find out the ten day forecast.

"It's going to be raining again, but only in the morning so you probably want to dress in layers and carry a collapsible umbrella, not like the huge beach umbrella you brought on our first date.

"Thanks. What is the definition of "plutocracy," can you wiki it for me?

- Excerpt from Are You Calling Me Because You're Internet Is Down?


Excerpt 4 of 50


I made my way through the security guards and flashing lights, heading straight for the champagne pyramid. A crowd was gathered there and I would mix in easily behind shoulders draped with furs, shawls and Italian stitched clothing. No one would notice my traveled black sneakers or my flip cellphone.

I text my daughter,

DADDY IS IN
HAVE BREAD
STUFFED IN POCKET
NO WATER BUT CHAMPAGNE
WILL EAT LIKE KINGS TONIGHT!!!
DADDY LOVES YOU
NOT YELLING
LOWER CASE
FUNCTION BROKEN

A man with a monocle approaches me as I shut my phone.
He says, "And who may you be my good man?"

"I'm the son of the CEO of Home Depot, heir to the great Home Depot Fortune," I reply.

"My name is Charles, Charles Home Depot"

- Excerpt from Keeping Up Appearances

Excerpt 3 of 50


He won the Kentucky Derby
on foot
possibly because he wants to prove something
wasn't fair though, humans beat everything
jerk wore and sold "why beat a dead horse, when you can beat a live one" shirts
for charity so he could

Cure cancer on a whim
he saved my wifes life, but
what an ego
he was unwilling to test his cure on anyone
fearing possibly killing someone so
he gave himself cancer
and
tested the cure for cancer on himself
Parades, Banners, and more t-shirts
where thrown in his lap
won the presidency with
the words selfless
underneath his
invisaligned smile
selfless?
how is it selfless when you're doing something for yourself? He cured his own cancer too.

-Excerpt from Haters

He would most likely walk into job interviews like this