Hey, you! Mr. Spry Twenty-Five-Year-Old! Feeling pretty limber these days, eh? Going out and CRUSHING beers and playing campus golf and bending over to pick up entire crates of taco meat. Life's pretty swell for you! Well, I have fun news for you, sport. PAIN IS COMING. So much pain. One day, you will get out of bed, step wrong, and you will fall apart like a fucking Russian hotel facade. You'll be lying on the floor and you'll be thinking God, this really hurts. I may never walk again. Maybe I should kill myself. It happens that fast. Really just a matter of time for you!