None of that. It's pretty much more of the same. Sure, tech moves on but guys are still wearing neckties (not modified Nehru jackets like old movies predicted), cars still have to make contact with the road (and use gasoline), and all that stuff.
But we get older. I know I have. I like to think I'm still 24 (dream) but I am not. The Sons of SoulSlam are 19 and 17 respectively. Not little boys anymore. Beasts. Gym-killers. It's kind of bittersweet. On one hand you are proud of how they turn out. On the other, sad, because you know that they will never be little again. That's life I guess.
Happy New Year.
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