I'm old.

Jables drove Cheers Heavy and I to Chicago yesterday by way of Highway 57 North. I think it's only fitting that as we passed the Champaign exit (we all went to college at the U of I), Matt found my first ever (noticed) grey hair while I was resting contentedly with my head in his lap. Apparently, this rascal was joined by many other hueless comrades.

I will soon be 27. Isn't that the age that all those musicians died? I mean, I don't do massive amounts of heroine or anything, but I'm dangerously close to 30. Shit.