Good genes. Sid got all of them. His dad was a tall, gangly guy with fabulous hair as well, and despite his rampant alcoholism, hadn't put on so much as a beer gut. It gave Sid hope for his old age. And made him feel better for the sheer amount of grease he inhaled on a daily basis.
He'd probably never worry about his ass. But he'd also eventually be one of those skeletal old guys with emphysema. So, it all evened out, probably.
"Huh," Sid said. He took a moment to sop up the rest of his egg with a last bite of hash brown as he mulled it over. "I guess that's one way to stay youthful."
He took another swig of Coke, and then it hit him. "That's why you're so worried about your ass, man. You spend too much time around sagging grandma butts. You should've had that hamburger. You've got to have, what? Thirty good years in you, yet?" This was mostly him still thinking about ordering a hamburger, but now feeling sort of bad about it after Jamie had to watch him inhale that entire breakfast platter.