My brother Jimmy and I are home cleaning the house, doing laundry and yard work and whatnot on a very warm spring day. I pass Jimmy in the kitchen where Jimmy lifts up his t-shirt and looks at his belly and the following conversation ensued:
Jimmy: "I'm getting a little bit of a belly."
Mer: "Yeah, welcome to middle-age."
Jimmy: "I know, I gotta start using meth."
As always folks, true story. I think he's out trying to find a dealer right now and in our hood he won't have to go far.