I’m over forty, and man, I’m boring as hell. I don’t smoke, no cigs or weed. I don’t drink booze, and I don’t snort any weird stuff either. I do two kinds of sports, eat a ton of veggies and slightly fewer fruits. I hit the sack early and wake up early too. I try to be polite and say hi to the neighbors (though, let’s be honest, that doesn’t always go as planned). Once every week or two, I call my mom to check in, chat a bit, and let her know I’m alive and haven’t forgotten about her. I live in a boring neighborhood in a dull Scandinavian setup, with a little river and a forest basically on my doorstep. There’s even a church right across the street. I get hyped about spring and golden autumns...