The Youngest Old Codger in the Land

Posted By on October 29, 2010 at 12:31 pm

That’s the title I’ve decided to bestow upon myself.

Yesterday I received a parcel, an item I’d ordered:

Yeah… that’s a walker. Dammit.

Well, really it’s a roller. It even comes with lockable hand brakes.

As suggested by various friends, I’ll be retrofitting it with twin .50-cal MGs, and (my own idea) a bitchin’ flame paint job.

It’s still a walker.

I’m 48.

Dammit.

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3 Responses to “The Youngest Old Codger in the Land”

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  2. Jay Tea says:

    Paint some flames down the sides, slap some spinners on the rims… maybe some fake machine guns or rubber bayonets and spikes. Hell, strap on a toy rocket launcher.

    Things like this you can resent, or embrace. It’s your call — sentence, or opportunity.

    I have a medical condition that requires daily injections. I use drug lingo — shooting up, need my fix, got my works with me, and so on. It’s a coping mechanism.

    J.

    • Russ says:

      Coping mechanism… yes, that’s just the right way to look at it.

      While I resent the hell out of it, I do try to minimize it, or mock it. I certainly won’t go all PC mushy/whiny about it.

      My main worry is that if I keep calling myself a crip, the Bloods will be coming to get me.

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