Once again, proving how deep in denial I am, I watched, The World's End, a comedy chock-full of late '80s-1990 UK "alternative" music (Inspiral Carpets, The Sundays, Soup Dragons) because the group of now-grown men were supposed to have graduated high school in 1990 same as I. But with the exception of maybe Paddy Considine (who is the youngest in real life at 39, second from the left) I don't feel like I look that aged. Of course the Simon Pegg character is the non-married, childless one, which translates to a suicidal drunk with mental problems who still dresses in a black trench coat and a Sisters of Mercy of t-shirt.
I also just realized my driver's license expired one month ago, to the date, on my birthday, which is unfathomable because I distinctly remember last getting it renewed during the break between Christmas and New Year's in 2005 when I had a job where you got that week off. At the time, 2013 a.k.a. 41 seemed impossibly far into the future. Well, I guess like 49 sounds now, when I renew again, assuming I'm still here. I'll get back to you then.
Anyway, the photo is beastly, so beastly I decided to not even post it. I look bloated like I'm 300 pounds (though in reality I'm probably about the same weight as I am now) and have wanted a more flattering picture since the day I received it. Plus, it says I'm 5'7" even though I wrote 5'8" on my form. They still kept the 5'7" that I mistakenly thought I was when I first moved to NYC (at some point between college and 30 I grew an inch). But this is all good because my new photo, which I'll get next week, I think, couldn't possible look any worse. At least I hope not because I'll be stuck with it till I'm nearly 50. And then I'll be oh wow I was so young and naive at 41.