It is not that I have seen the light or left the cave. To the contrary, this "old dog" is as blind and in the dark as you, my friend. It is just that I am not afraid to dance in the dark. Well, most the time. And just like I danced in class, my dancing in the dark too is a freak show -- littered with misgivings, mistakes, and moments of "what the f**k was I thinking?" Maybe its stupidity - not fearlessness (or spunk). Or its my utter lack of impulse control. So be it. Or "so it goes."
This old dog needs far more sleep than you young pups. And my brain is consumed with carpool schedules and soccer practices and grocery lists and a really annoying real pup who is scratching my leg for attention. Oh yeah, and I have to go rescue my doppelganger from his book or he'll be up all night. So, tonight my young friend I am going to go ponder the eternal ethical and existential dilemma of whether a 10 year old should be allowed to read Hunger Games just because all his friends have. I really don't want to read it. But if I don't, I'll be standing in the dark.
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