you know what happens to people like you when they get old ryan? you've already crossed that invisible line where the ink and the "i don't give a fuck" posturing crosses from mtv-extra to broken drifter on work-release mopping floors with no healthcare, no desirability to women, and basically no future. sumner redstone is badass, being the aging green-day roadieguy isn't. i bet sumner's killing an entire pod of northern right whales right now with james bond-villan death-rays and rolling around in their flesh, can you do that?