There’s a song about growing old with a verse that goes:
“A box too full to shut
A cardboard papercut
The bleeding edge of
a picture of your parents
when they were cool”
I was looking through a box of pictures like that today.
This is my dad, having that dream where you’re out in public in your underwear.
And this is my mom, looking like she could be maybe one beer over the line.
This Is Drivel 