"I think we owe something to our twenty-year-old selves."
"Really? What?"
"You know... all those dreams we had. All those things we were going to do. Climb mountains. See Paris. Write novels. Rappel down the sides of skyscrapers. Learn new languages. All that stuff. Now that we're pushing fifty, it seems like we owe it to our younger selves to do some of those things."
"Me... I don't think we owe our twenty-something selves a damn thing. In fact, I think just the opposite. I think our twenty-something selves owe some things to US!"
"How do you figure?"
"They could have taken better care of our bodies. They could have not smoked so many cigarettes, or burned out so many brain cells or stayed up so late or slept with the people that they slept with without using proper protection."
"Yeah, that would have been nice!"
"So yeah, I think our twenty-something selves can go piss up a rope!"
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