The beginning of the end.

There are certain milestones in a man's life which indicate that his childhood is definitely over; the first vestiges of adulthood loom on the horizon. Things like a a first car, a degree, erectile dysfunction & marriage (not wholly unrelated), responsibilities, etcetera. But there's one thing, one item, which, without a shred of doubt, heralds in the age of adulthood. When you receive this simple, innocent, little item, you are old and getting older at an alarming rate. Childhood, past and gone. Puberty, over and done with. You can't even claim to be youthful anymore in any shape of the word.

It's the business card.

I got mine last week. I am both overjoyed and depressed.