Nice Rastafarian Hat

There’s a point when in life when you become unable to discern what’s cool based off of relevant social commentary or irony. I for one and friends of mine used to take pride in our ability to be offbeat yet relevant. You start to wonder when you’re going to be that old  guy at a concert singing along with every word of the opening band who reunited for a tour with Obscure Rock Band Blustering Under the Radar while everyone under 21 is scoffing at you. I think the day you really start to stop worrying, all the while still letting in linger in the back of your head, is the day when your worst fears come true. You are that older guy who looks out of place that ducks out before the closing band finishes their encore. But like I said I couldn’t care less. I have more important things to worry about than what some kid with a shitty haircut thinks about me. I don’t need anyone to think I’m cool. I have bigger problems. Receding hairline, that paunch forming over my the waistband of my pants, considering beginning the regulation of my fiber intake, deadlines at work and a wife who I am always one thoughtless gesture away from perturbing. Besides, in the long run my friends and acquaintances who have already fallen off the train still think I’m novel…I hope at least…not that I care or anything.