So you have decided to get older? I am your little brother, and I am not going! I feel better every year, and I won't let you cry in the beer!
Every time that I see you, you act as if you were younger than before. You haven't changed all that much from the years when we were teens together. You were always the better driver, always the one who could bring an inferior car through rough trails, always capable.
Don't bring this "old man" crap to me. I am not buying this story.
You will get old when you get damned good and ready, and not before that day! I love you man, and happy day!