Empire

One sign that you’re getting old is when a magazine celebrates its 18th birthday, and you remember reading the first one. And, unless the parents have recently thrown it out, (yes, I admit, I think there’s still a box of shit from when I lived at home) still have.

In the intervening 18 years, I’ve bought and read just about every issue of “Empire” magazine.

But it still makes me feel old, knowing that Empire has now been going that long.