I was conceived in September of 1969, born in May of 1970. This morning as I was walking down the stairs to turn on the coffee machine I could feel each and every one of those years in my knees. Each jump off of something too high to be jumped off of. Each bike accident. Every 10k I've done. Every stupid thing I've ever done that's put excessive strain on them. Sorry boys, happy birthday.
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Come on, sailor. I love you long time.