Midlife Confidence

The day has come.

My dad got a motorcy...cle.

I haven't seen it yet, but it looks sweet.

Jack Wiley is "the cool dad". Not the lame cool (lets you do whatever you want and has no authority over you.) But the actual cool. The "I want to be friends with this guy" cool.

Example. He emailed me yesterday a link to a recording workshop in Nashville and wants me to go with a couple buddies. He wants me to skip school for something I care about and want to do for the rest of my life.

I bet your dad didn't do that.

Superior Materialism

I drive a 1992 Lexus ES300. Also known as a 1992 Toyota Camry. It is nothing to write home about. 

• It was recently scuffed up by my main man David Matthew Fiser. 
• It dies when it is in reverse.
  
• The drivers side door doesn't lock. (Go ahead, steal it.)
• The back right speaker produces no sound.
  

Big deal. It still runs so I could really care less.

Today I had to go to Superior Lexus to get a spare key made. 40 bones. Why so expensive? So this guy can get paid.

Your team.

(Sorry about the glare and camera phone quality.)

This "Superior Auto Mall" is filled with Johnson County Soccer Moms, North Face'd out, proudly sporting their '09 Lexus RX350. Probably enjoying a cliff bar and going home to organic sushi.

It makes me physically sick. 

If I ever become one of them, run me over with a Hummer.