Millions of years ago, before I was big, my parents would say things like "enjoy that music while you can Bill Y because when you grow up, you'll be so busy hating Bon Jovi that you'll have no time to listen to music". How right they were. When I was younger, I always wanted to be older so I could stay up late and watch television with the grown ups. Now that I'm older, I'm so tired from all the Bon Jovi hating that I just want to go to sleep. Little Dill Y was playing with Scurvy Jane Jr. and was complaining about it. I was just about to tell him to enjoy it while he can but Jill Y wouldn’t let me: