User blog comment:Blacknumber1/The 30 + Club/@comment-25226524-20150223173601/@comment-24101790-20150223220648

Let me just empty out my pocket of butterscotch candies right now and turn off the blinkers I unknowingly left on this entire time I have been driving and say I am not your kin. (yet) I am a young'un. Watch as I put on these sunglasses, turn my hat around, and sit backwards in this chair (You know, like the other cool whippersnappers my age.) and prove that fact.

I shall not join your ranks for another three years and at that point, I will be excluded under a "No one named Travis" allowed rule.