Ya. I just turned 49. It's weird to even think about it, much less say it or type it. I lost a decade in the fog of Big Pharma poisons. I can't even believe I'm 40. I used to be all that an a bag of chips - then it all fogged up. Now I'm 80-90% back, but now I'm old, thick, bearded, and trying to build up independently and solo from nothing in a long recession and more oppressive state. But instead of whining about my dillema I revel in my freedom. Personal responsibility has it's pros and cons, but it sure is easier without burdens.

I knew a woman who had to get testosterone shots for some medical reason - for one week only. She finally understood men and sympathetically realized the insanity of perpetually being horny as fuck wanting to screw everything in sight. Having once been there, I know the primal drive first hand - being a young male is a form of insanity. It really is. I still have it, but not as bad, and now with wisdom. I'm relieved it's almost over.

I just wish I had more energy. They should make cocaine legal for old people. Might help kill a few off too.

That's a neat ascii trick.