Indeed. When I was young and foolish and unkillabe, I used my body like it was stolen. Having survived the worst I could do to myself then, I am paying for all of the accumulated mileage now.If I could time-travel back to to visit my 18-year-old self, I’d smack me on the back of the head and say “Don’t do that sh1t! You’ll be old for a long time! Also, don’t marry either one of the first two either.”
One doesn’t necessarily have to unleash the writer monkeys to get the person with the art degree off of your porch. Generally is much easier to just pay them for the pizza.
You know that when they get to high school they’re both going to become frothing sex weasels and make non-stop hot monkey love every chance they get!