life has a way of finding you with your guard down and blasting you with the shitty memory beam so hard that you cant manage to catch your breath which you dont even need shits running away from you at breakneck speeds that rival a cheetah for no fucking reason my legs are designed for peak performance and even i cant keep up with it, its miles ahead of me and taunting me for being a total slow poke as if im some old balding dude trying to grab a little kid who just stole a bag of chips from my mom and pop store that arent even worth trying to retrieve cause the kids got his grubby hands all over it and most of my sales come from the oil and gas exchange anyway but im old and i hold a grudge and im forgetting fucking everything except the shit that makes me a grouchy pos cause thats all the limited folds in my brain have room for these fucking days these days where everythings fine and dandy and nothing is immediately wrong but as the dust settles im just looking at the aftermath while everyone else is quite literally 2 years ahead of the recuperation game and im falling behind in a race i didnt even know i was in my rickety old bones cant keep up the kids gone and so are the chips im out $3.49 and my youth