I'm old. I am out for a drink with a couple of friends in Barrie. As I sit here sipping my extremely girlie cooler. I look around and realize I am one of the oldest in the room. There was a time not so long ago when I would be on the younger end of the demo. Now its 12, I'm old and I feel like the old creepy guy at the bar, I find the music too loud and I wish this place had booths. Oh where did cool Martin go?
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