Was looking through some old photos recently and found one of me holding my son as an infant in a shirt I still have. He’s 20.

Granted it progressed from clean and nice to covered in paint as it transitioned to something to wear when doing dirty chores.

But, if I can get an Old Navy shirt to last two decades I think I’ll be good forever. Assuming I can maintain my figure and don’t outgrow them, that is.

StarCraft. The original. My brain and body is hardwired to play that game. “SCV ready” triggers something. I have a fantasy of retiring in an old folks home and me and a few of my fellow geriatrics fire that shit up and play LAN games until the DNR kicks in.