Hope I die before I get old...!

An open letter to those who said I would hurt the worst on Day Three after my chariot crash.


Dear People Who Told Me So,

Fucking ouch. You were right.

Sincerely,

Super


If this is what it feels like to be old, I am going to hire a hit man for myself ASAP. I've always said "At the first sign of craziness, senility, menopause, or fat that just won't go away, I will be plunking down the cashola for a nice sweet killer to take me down swiftly". Sometime around 35, I'm guessing. However, the way 2007 is shaping up, I ought to be a little pile of ashes around October.