So I'm driving around town today with my son in the back seat.
On the way to Little League practice.
While I was driving my minivan.
With Kelly Clarkson on the radio.
And my son and I were singing along.
I don't even know me anymore Man, the 31-year-old, post-punk listening, PBR drinking, Nat Nast wearing, online-dating, international-vacationing, Bohemian-index-lifestyle version of me would pity the 41-year-old version of me. And the 25-year-old version of me wouldn't even acknowledge the current version of me (likely because of the alcohol-induced myopia and excessive narcissism, drizzled with a healthy dollop of denial)
I blame my kids.
But... Don't tell anyone... I kinda liked it. Especially the Kelly Clarkson bit.
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