Getting older means I want for comfort more than I care to admit. My bones literally can't take sleeping on the ground, in just a sleeping bag, or on a pile of grass anymore. Yes, I absolutely did that in my youth, and more often than not, while sleeping next to a bonfire—RIP many a shoe. But I ain't dead yet, which means I'm still active and doing stuff that, while my parents' generation were already retired from hooligan stuff, I'm still out here popping wheelies and going off-road.
I still yearn for adventure. I haven't sold my soul. Well, at least all of it.
