This weekend marked a huge milestone for me.
I could not think of anything more appropriate to mark it here than this song, that I could (and can still) sing (badly) right through, word for word, blow for blow, with Paul and Chevy, since almost 15 years ago.
So far, no roly-poly bat-faced girl, no incidents and accidents, no hints and allegations.
“Why am I soft in the middle now?”
I don’t want to end up a cartoon in a cartoon graveyard.
Resolution for part two of this life:
It’s time to take my shot at redemption.