It's late, sun's coming up soon.
We've closed down the bar and we're grabbing late night food. I can tell she's cool with me coming inside her place and hanging out and drinking more and thus probably having sex but she's a cool girl and we work together so I just uber my way to my car and head home to sleep because I have to be up early for another job.
There was a time when if I bought the ticket, I was on the ride until the bitter end. Those days have passed. I place a premium on my rest these days.
Perhaps this is what getting old feels like.
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