Let me begin with a statement of fact: I, Michael Moberly, am no longer fun.
I mean this in the sense that 2016 me would say to me now, “You are not fun.” I abstain from alcohol; I have a 2-year-old kid, so I am naturally sleepy most of the time; and, being in my late 30s, my tolerance for the general shenanigans found in the world after midnight is rather low.
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