so the other day i went to play some ultimate frisbee with my buddy roy and he brought his friend John with him – i got the time wrong and ended up arriving an hour early and so we chilled on the grass just lying and chatting and vibing while we waited…

at one point john turned to me and asked if i matriculated in 2007… i was like, “no, dude i matriculated in 1991” and as i said that something clicked and i realised what he said and did some basic maths – being 2011 that would make me 22 max, probly 21…

i asked him how old he thought i was, he said 21… not even joking…

i told him i was 37. he didn’t believe me. like a lot. it felt good.