Grown
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I laugh at fart noises. I play video games. I scour YouTube for videos of people getting hit in the groin, or worse. I collect Jesus action figures. One of my favorite films is "The Big Lebowski." I have most of the dialogue from Monty Python's "The Search for the Holy Grail" movie committed to memory. I am still trying to figure a way to hang my autographed KISS poster on my office wall. I think I am going to make plans to attend Comic-Con next year. There's more, but you get the idea. My wife tells me that these are things that a mature, grown man wouldn't do. She's probably right. But then again, I think she kind of digs it that I'm not that grown up... most of the time. I hope. I often wonder if the day will come when I will suddenly realize that instead of listening to Jimmy Eat World, I have an overwhelming desire to fill my iPod with Frank Sinatra. I ask myself if at a certain age I will lose my desire to play Madden on my XBox, and