It’s a phenomenon that’s not very easy to explain to people who aren’t already familiar with it. This time I tried a new variation on my standard description.
I got a new response, too.
This was a fair question, as I had left out an important part: I love aging hippies. All my festival friends are aging hippies. I’m afraid of the ones in my age group, who are much more cool and tan and alternative than I am.
It’s intimidating.
Generally, the previous generation suits me a lot better.
I’m not sure how I managed to become simultaneously forty-five and eight years old, but there you have it.
Come to think of it, I know exactly how this happened. It’s clearly caused by the genetic material inherited from my two favorite aging hippies.
Thanks, guys.
