Twenty-nine.

Twenty-nine.
Twenty-nine.

I can’t decide whether that’s old or young. I mean, if I’m going to die of a heart attack at 43, it’s significantly older than if I live to be 150 or so, thanks to the miracles of future science. Gosh, if only I knew just how long I’m going to live.

[It was young. —Ed. 2015-08-22]