Now, I ain’t usually one for takin’ pills and potions—my granddaddy lived to 94 on nothin’ but bacon, coffee, and spite—but lemme tell ya somethin’ aboot gettin’ older. I’m 34 years old, and some days my memory’s leakin’ like an old Ford pickup with a cracked radiator. Walk into a room and forget why I’m... [Read the full review]
