" Good show,” Adam says as he cracks his neck. “I’m getting too old for this shit.”
“You are old.”
“You’re older than I am,” Adam reminds me.
Even though I’m forty-two, I enjoy the rush of performing. I’d just like it not to be so rough on my aging body. I don’t remember having to take this many painkillers a few years ago, but between the traveling, shit food, and performing—I feel old as fuck.
Even though I love acting much more than I thought I would, I love the fans more. I don’t have this kind of fun when I’m stuck on a set all day.
I look over at my brother, “Randy is older than all of us, so there’s that.”
“Fuck off,” Randy tosses back. “We’ve got a few weeks before we need to meet up again since the tour is over. I’m going to head home to Savannah. She said the kids are acting up. It’s time for Daddy to come lay the smack down.”
“Right.” I laugh. Those kids have him wrapped around his finger. “We all know Vannah is who they listen to.”
“Don’t piss in my Cheerios. "
― Corinne Michaels , We Own Tonight (Second Time Around, #1)