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The Salt Lick

There comes a time in every man’s life when he turns thirty. When responsibilities begin to creep up on him.

When the posters tacked to the wall with putty and thumb-tacks begin to come down. To be replaced by pictures in frames.

When discarded rugs found by the dumpster are no longer enough to operate as a living room beer towel.

At this point, that man can appreciate his status as no longer that of boy. No longer early twenties party guy. Time to grow up. Get a job. Clean up the house.

Or he can just grease up his hair, dye a patch, and become the Salt Lick.

The pay sucks, but the fringe benefits are great.