Here’s to living so long that our enemies run out of reasons to hate us, and we outlast all the things that were supposed to kill us. May our livers hold up, our stories get better with time, and our lives be just long enough to enjoy every last damn drop
 
.: My knees creak louder than the door. And that’s just getting out of bed.
.: Recovery takes twice as long. And that’s just from tying my shoes.
.: Late nights? More like early bedtimes.
.: I used to go the distance. Now I’m just happy to make it to lunch.