As I mentioned previously, some kind folks were nice enough to give me some topic suggestions. I’m going to do them all now because the wife and kids are out of town and I have no life. It’s very, very sad to be honest. I do have a cold Moose Drool at my side though, and LCD Soundsystem on the iTunes, so I’ll make the most of it.
The Whit pre-kids was pretty much the same Whit you know now. I had more hair then, on my head that is. I had less hair on my back. I stayed up later and drank more, but I wouldn’t say I was in danger of being considered an alcoholic- unless by pre-kids you mean pre-wife, then that is a different story entirely.
I would say that I’m wiser now, which is relative. I still don’t have a clue generally speaking, but having kids has to teach you something, right?
Mentally tougher? Yes and no. Sometimes I’m a stoic bastard and sometimes I’m full of kid-inspired tears and worry.
Basically, I was cool and handsome then and I’m cool and handsome now. It’s a curse.