sloooooooow motion...

Last Friday night, I was chillin' near the subway station with my friends, just chewing the fat, when I heard a whole bunch of shouting.
When I turned my head to see what all the fuss was about, I find that there are 2 men engaged in a hilarious fight.
It was only 9pm and these men were already wasted.
They yelled, they shouted, they punched, they kicked...
Maybe I've witnessed too many high school fights or watched too many action flicks, but they way these 2 old farts were fighting was just really.... well, slow.
It was like the equivalent of running a lap in the swimming pool.
It seriously seemed like it was in slow motion.
It made me kinda sad to watch them.
Not really because these were 60-something year olds brawling in the middle of the street.
Nor was it because they were drunk at 9pm.
Nor was it because one of them lost their shoe after falling on the floor.
But, it was because it showed me just how much your body breaks down with age.
It's just sad.
You could see how much effort they were puting into this fight...
So much heart.
But, their broken bodies wouldn't let them do what their minds wanted them to do.
It was like, "Take that! ..... oomph....."
They were so stiff and awkward looking.

After some slap-your-knee funny kicks and punches, my friends broke up the fight.

Goal in life: stretch, exercise, and eat healthy food so if i ever get into a fight when i'm 65, some loser will write about how super cool my cat-like reflexes were in their blog.