|32" in '91|
Somewhere along the way, something changed and I smell a conspiracy.
I've always been a big eater, but I don't eat any more now than I did then. Restaurateurs have apparently shrunk the space between table and bench. I never had to squeeze into a seat in my twenties.
Brewers and distillers have changed their products, too. I used to drink plenty every weekend. Sometimes I had hangovers, but they were nothing like the debilitating malaise that descends upon me nowadays if I so much as sip a beer or two of an evening.
|42" in '11|
It's a conspiracy, I tell you! And I don't want to hear anything different.