The morning of a good looking man

Any Arrested Development fan knows Gob’s theme, “The Final Countdown” by Europe. Of course, if you are as old as I am you’ll remember the song as a minor MTV hit in the glorious ‘80s when anything remotely heavy could pass as metal, even this keyboard driven psuedo-anthem.

Clearly the cult TV show has given the song a new life, as, just a few minutes ago, the barista in my building was singing it and playing air keyboards while steaming some milk. I thanked the guy, pointing to my head and saying, “it’ll be up here all day.” He told me that the song had to be from before my time, which is laughable considering I turn thirty-seven in a few months. I thanked him and left, smug in the knowledge that I don’t look my age. It’s the smoking and whiskey, I used to tell everybody, but now that I don’t smoke and only imbibe on the rare occasion, I’ll credit the nearly endless stream of green tea that fills my days.

Narcissus out.