You’re Getting Old

I think I’ve used that title for a blog before, but fuck it. It’s my blog and I’ll do what I want. I’m 36 and feel older than that sometimes, last night and this morning being two of those times. I went to see Lamb of God and Pantera with a friend of mine last night. We had a blast. I had a few beers since he was the designated driver and even smoked a joint with someone at the show. I spent the night banging my head, thrashing my hair around and completely getting into the music. Pantera has been one of my favorite bands since I was a kid. My first metal record was their CD “Vulgar Display of Power” and I fell in love.

I stood for the entire show which is something I just don’t do anymore. Concerts I go to now I’ll stand for a bit then have a seat after a few songs and just enjoy the show sitting down. But no, not this time. This time I was on my feet for the entire show. I enjoyed myself but when it was time to go I was ready to get in the soft seat of the car and just relax.

I took some kratom when I got home to ease the pain, but I was still pumped up from the show so I couldn’t sleep. I woke up this morning to my feet, back, and hip hurting and just thought to myself, “Damn, you’re getting old.” I guess we all are. We grow old and decrepit and eventually die. That’s not to say I’ll never go to another show again. That’s not to say I won’t stand there, banging my head, thrashing my neck around, I just can’t do it all the time like I used to. Sometimes you have to know your limits.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to take some more kratom for my back and go back to bed.