I Can't Drive Like I'm 55

     It's time to begin the 30th anniversary of turning 25. For those of you that skipped math class for those 12 long years in high school, that means I'm turning 55 or I as like to call it, fifty fucking five. Now I know if I said it once,  I've said it a thousand times, but it sure beats the alternative, an eternal dirt nap. So, with all that being said, I am pleased to announce the beginning