Look at me! Brain the size of a planet and they’ve got me writing memos…

The older I get, the more stupid I feel.

I used to be brilliant and talented. I could write amazing poetry, understand algebra, explain subatomic particles and fix a car. Now, I can’t figure out how they get the peanut butter in those chocolate cups.

What happened? I blame moving from Glencoe. As soon as I had to get a job to pay bills and became a small fish in a huge polluted pond, my genius evaporated. Or maybe I just killed my brain cells with Long Island Iced Tea in the late 80s.