traveling is for chumps

true luxury lies in your own bed

Today, I’ll be blunt.

(as though this is any different from yesterday)

Aging has changed me.

I used to lay in bed lolling as long as I could.

There wasn’t an alarm I couldn’t sleep through nor a job I didn’t want to be late for.

Breakfast of champs?

Naw.

Breakfast was for chumps.

I lived on coffee at work, bread from the bread station and the olives that were for the martinis.

Life as a waiter was not without calories.

I just had them in liquid form.

Daily.

Each shift ended with a three pint minimum.

We did this six nights a week.

I’d like to say it was all a big glorious adventure, but most of it is a haze of booze and unrealized ambitions.

There is however a maximum number of beers one can drink before being caught fully in the grip of alcoholism.

Thanks to my COVID vaccine which nearly killed me, I quit drinking.

Though some may debate the efficacy of the vaccines, it worked for me. I haven’t touched liquor since then.

But as a younger man?

I’d sleep late and stay up later.

I had the full runway o…