What would i (have) become if I’d never had kids? Gayer? Lonelier? Wearing a beard, a cigarette, and a brown hooded sweatshirt from the goodwill down by the railroad tracks? Drifting off to sleep? Definitely skinnier. Tell you what. Let’s go visit that me now, for a moment, and just say whatever we have to say. Say, for instance, hey other me, I hope you have a really good time, with lots of good friends. And other me is like thanks, You too. Cuz like, what else is he gonna say?