Are you happy with yourself?
Some kinda question, ain’t it?
Do you mind if I ask you, I don’t know, a million questions.
That’s two already. What makes you think I have answers?
Well, you’re old.
Brace for impact, kid. This is where it starts to get tough.
Life is a journey to be well run. You get old and you still don’t have no sense, well, what good is that?
Not much, I guess.
There’s two keys, way I see it. First is luck, good luck that is. Plenty of the rest of that other to go around.
You’ll be happy to hear your grandpa’s hairline is a maternal issue. You should be fine.
Second is, second key, don’t shoot yourself in the foot.
You know Nana won’t let me have a gun.
Nana won’t let me do a lot of things. Glad we got her. Some good luck right there.
Don’t shoot yourself in the foot is an expression older than my own grandfather.
Don’t be your own worst enemy. Don’t go looking for trouble. Most of all, this is all the same key, avoid self-sabotage.
Unhuh. Avoid. Self. Sabotage. Okay, I guess.
Good chat. Now, let’s go back to the house, my ass is freezing on this cold stone wall.
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