Before I die, I'll be that grumpy old man.

This is another good friend, Markus. Nowadays, he rolls a mean bali shag.

Anyway, aside from that, I realized today, sitting scrunched between a thick hair haloed jackass and an obliviously giganta-backpacked hip pivoter that I will eventually grow old and just be known as a grumpy old man. Right now I can just be a pensive, irritable kid, but then, years from now, I'll just be that grump. I'm not too ashamed, I'm kind of excited. I'll make sure to put my grumpiness to good use, surely. When I water my lawn (with a just a hose and a lawn chair, of course) I'll pulverize any stray neighborhood rascal that happens to graze any balde of my lawn with a forceful blast of hose water. I'll be the one to end the conversation after we've said too many "huh?", "come again?" and "what the hell are you trying to tell me?"s. I'll drive 60 on the highway, because in all truth I really do find the speed of highway driving uncomfortable and now I'll have a good excuse -i'm balding. I'll try to contain this grumpiness though, when I'm giving my grandchildren werther's here and there. Wait, no. Fuck werther's, I'll give them peanut m&m's, I never liked those annoying little hard caramels. Caramel should be soft, not toothshattering.
Shit, I'm already there.