I, Tommy Paley, am 50 years old. A half century. Two more than twice your age if you are 24. An completely incomprehensible number if you were raised in a strictly base 3 household.
And I’m not exactly sure how to feel.
On one hand, the number is pretty big. While on the other hand, I could just use a smaller font. And on yet another hand (in my seemingly endless supply of hands), I still feel young.