Steven in 1988
I woke up one day and realized 55 was actually my age and not a speed limit. WTF? How did that happen? Wasn’t 1988 just the other week? Seriously? I qualify for senior discounts now? Me? This can’t be right. Somewhere in the mix of life I must have been transported into the future and will wake up tomorrow with my mind and body in sync with time again. My hair will be long, my muscles tone, and that orange pair of parachute pants hung neatly in the closet. Or not.