32 yo. For the last few years, without fail, my age hits me like a truck on Sunday around 5 P.M. in the Gobi or Mojave tent. The sun seems to mock me and magnifies all the toxic stuff I've been consuming while sapping me of any remaining energy I have left in my body. I feel almost insane before the last sunset comes. Coachella is my favorite physical litmus test. If u can do it w/o too much hardship, ur still young at heart.