Well, dating myself, the boomer equivalent of facility-based birth control used to be Chuck E. Cheese. Do they still exist?

Is there a threshold that can’t be crossed? I’m trying to envision it. Disparaging a POW didn’t cross it. Neither did proudly recounting grabbing women by their genitalia. Or being a convicted felon. I await this rubicon anxiously but sadly conjecture it may be only death.

"I'm sick of following my dreams. I'm just going to ask them where they're going and hook up with them later."

—Mitch Hedberg