It's partly age, mostly being sober with a pinch of boredom. It's been a weird year bud and it's changed me a bit, trying to keep my head above water and not sink back into my depravity ... a big part of that is actively trying to be a better person instead of walking around hating myself for the chip I cut into my shoulder and trying to burn everything down in my way. I like to think of it as a refined Speedo, for the sporty yet classy man. The thinking man's troll, if you will.