No Game, No Pain

Middle age snuck up on me.  You might think I should have known it was coming, and I can’t disagree.  There were certainly signs–grey hair, slower thoughts, it started to hurt when I fell down stairs–but one night in particular it struck me that I could no longer do certain things as I had in the past.  (Habitually falling down stairs is an obvious but

With Apologies to Shannon

The summer before 9th grade, I decided to be popular.  Just saying something so absurd probably illustrates how dire were my social straits.  Nevertheless, some other examples will make the situation more vivid.

My brother, whom I love and respect, was quintessentially uncool eight years before me.  I