I'm Getting Old Cuh!

Some will say, "I'm not getting older, I'm getting better!" That's cute and all, but as I enter into the final quarter of my 32nd year, the road signs clearly let me know that Dorothy ain't in Kansas anymore.  I find myself in NATURAL moments, doing things that I would have never done just a few years ago.

For  example, in social environments, I find myself wishing the DJ would turn dat $HI+ down just a little #HELL. What young and hip person wants that? Now, what happened to the days of busted eardrums and screaming conversations over 8Ball MJG? The answer? YOU GETTING OLD CUH!

There was a time when Da Blues was never played where I hung out.  Now Da Blues is showing up and showing out almost everytime I hang out.  And as I look around the room I see that it is much welcomed. As I look down and see my feet subconsciously tapping, I think, YOU GETTING OLD CUH!

This post is a notice, that I will be embracing my elderliness. I;m hanging up my FUBU pants and giving away my Jordans. I'm tired of fighting. I'm going to Oxford Street and getting Crayola colored suits and Stacy Adams and listening to Da Blues! Join me please....

Wolfgang...