We arrived home in a flash, thanks to my speed driving. I zoomed out of the car with the bag containing the four toy guns and ran to the door of my house, almost forgetting to unlock Bandit's door. I giggled softly to myself and ran back to go open it.

"Heh, heh. Oh, hunny, I'm so sorry."

Bandit gave me one of those playful death-stare looks. I giggled again and kissed her forehead.

"C'mon, c'mon!" I beckoned her on.

I entered my house and slammed the door shut.

"Hi, sweetheart!" I called to my wife Lindsey.

"Hey, guys," she greeted, "did you buy the gift?"

"Yeah, I'll show it to you later!" I shouted, while running upstairs to my room like an eager little boy coming home from school.

"What has gotten into him?" asked my perplexed wife.

"Old age, Mommy," my daughter replied, half-jokingly.

Well, perhaps my daughter was half right. We are in the year 2019, I am 42 years old and you know what? I do feel old. Well, on the inside. I gotta say, I haven't change one bit on the outside, however my hair did change back to its original dark brown color, and I have been dressing more like a father. But there was a big part of me missing on the inside. My life no longer felt productive. I no longer felt like I was doing some good to the world. My music died out. And what were kids listening to today? Some gay-ass techno shit only done by synthesizers. There was no heart into it. It had no soul. It was like music for robots, and kids today thought it was cool. God, I want to gag.

I entered my room and locked the door. I eagerly shuffled through the bag with the four toy guns and picked out the yellow one. My God, the details were even greater than when I saw it at the store! That's it! This toy company totally copied my Party Poison gun! I demand a lawsuit!

I gotta call up Mikey.

The phone rang, and rang, and rang,

"Hello?"

"Hey, Mikes?"

"Yeah…"

"It's, um, me, Gerard."

There was an awkward silence.

"Oh! Gerard!" my brother Mikey exclaimed. "Shit, it's been so long since we've spoken. I can't believe I almost forgot how your voice sounds on the phone!"

"Yeah, um, Mikey, this may sound a little odd to you, but remember our model guns for the Na Na Na music video shoot?" I asked with a hopeful tone.

"That's like a century ago." he dully replied.

"Well, I went to the toy store today with Bandit and coincidently found four toy laser guns, yellow, red, green and blue, which look exactly like ours! …So I bought them."

"Do you even care anymore?"

My heart almost stopped when I hear him say that. "Well of course I care! Mikey, what is there to really care about these days?"

"Lots of things!" he replied.

"Like?"

"…Your family." Mikey replied almost like he was about to cry.

I couldn't really find an argument to that.

"You know what, Mikey? Forget about it. I'll just go and return the toy guns tomorrow."

"No. Wait," he said, "I wanna take a look at them. Just for old time's sake."

I smiled. "Sure, Mikes."

"Oh, and Gee? Have you told the others about this? You know, like Frank and Ray?"

"Um… no. I was gonna get to that."

"'Cause I was thinking, if it's alright with you, that you invite them over, maybe for supper, along with their family, so they can come check out the toy guns in person?"

"Of course! That sounds like fun!" I said happily.

"Alright, so let me know when it'll be. Oh, and out of curiosity, did you actually have to buy all four different-colored guns?" he snickered.

"Oh shut up, Mikes." I replied, a little embarrassed about my eagerness of this all and a little upset that Mikey found amusement in it.

Mikey chuckled. "Alright, talk to you later, Gee."

"Kay, Mikes!"

I waited for him to hang up his phone first before I hung up mine. I sat back on the headboard of my bed, feeling rather pleased with myself. I focused my eyes down at the bag with the four toy guns laying across the bed.

"This will be interesting," I told myself.