I Am That Guy

This past week I came to realization that my life as a carefree bachelor is long gone and a thing of the past. It is not a bad thing but I do have to mourn that piece of myself. What made me come to that conclusion, you might ask? Well I’ll tell. This past week I found myself selling expensive junk from a fund raiser brochure that my girlfriend’s son was given in his 1^st grade class in order to raise money for a class trip.

There I was in the store, doing an ever so slight arm twisting in order to convince my employees and fellow business partners to buy a $20.00 box of mints or a $30.00 cheese pizza, all the while chanting the mantra ,”I am still “CAPTAIN CAVEMAN” and this is only a one time thing. But deep down I know that somehow, sometime without realizing I became that guy.

I guess we all have to face facts that sooner or later we eventually have to settle down, all of my friends have and I finally did too. Like my old buddy “Hank Williams Jr.” sings “All of my rowdy friends have rowdyed on down” and I finally went from 7 and 7s to Diet Coke and selling expensive junk from a color brochure.