I have the most random mind sometimes. I was out at Lake Martin last weekend and I saw a nutria rat and commented to my wife, "I may not be fast, but I could outrun him."
Every once in a while a "Louisiana Man" story comes along that makes every mullet-wearing Florida native drop their still-lit Marlboro and freshly popped Keystone light.
So, as it happens to most people, it has happened to me: I have gotten older. That means that I am not as "hip" as I used to be and, quite frankly, I'm okay with that.