I was talking to my brother last night (his birthday, imagine my luck having called him!) and after mistaking his age of 28 for 27, I realized that in just short of three weeks, I will be 24. As far as my brother's current age is concerned, I believe he is well ahead of many 28 year olds I know. He is engaged, moving in to a nice house next month, good job, planning readily for the future of kids and an excessively rambunctious dog. I on the other hand am undecided on how qualified I feel to be 24 . This is where Yosemite has led me astray on so many levels. The suspension of reality and what life is like beyond these walls. I mean, I eat chili straight out the can and wear cut off jeans! Out there, people are living paycheck to paycheck. And despite this they are still getting married and spawning at increasingly rapid rates. Yikes.

In here if I wake up one day and want to but a jetski, I can do just that! I can take my savings and dump it on some useless piece of plastic motorized brouhaha and continue to live my life with little to no reprecussions. Except that I would own a rediculous jetski.

Here is what I have to offer twenty four years of life spent on this planet:
-The ability to quote every Judd Apatow film and the entire Freaks and Geeks series with little error
-A small collection of home made comics starring an African American Stick Figure Sail Boat Captain
-Ability to recite the Greek Alphabet, the Preamble, and in Hebrew the "Rubber Duckie" song
-Underwear drawer dividers (patent pending)
-A winning smile

Not qualified for 24? Self inventory of useful strengths denotes overqualified!
In your face, space coyote.

-LJ out