...Though the salt in my pepper has been slowly migrating from the sides of my head to the top... Slowly.
It's my birthday today! I'm old. Well, older than I want to be. I may have said this before, but I'm at the age where I can't really impress anyone anymore. Like, I remember being a kid, and hearing about successful athletes who were only 20 years old, or college kids inventing ______, or a 27-year-old entrepreneur bathing in liquid gold after selling the domain name http://www.midgetjizz.org/ (I have no idea if that's a real URL; click on that at your own risk...and report back), or whatever. But now, if I do anything, it's like, yeah, big fucking deal; you're supposed to do shit. Now get back to work, you unimpressive, expectation-meeting turd!
Anyway, I was talking to my buddy and the aforementioned depressing thought process manifested itself as, something along the lines of . . . "Fuck." And, sensing my disappointment, this mensch of a friend said, "Dude. You're still picking up 19-year-olds; you have nothing to worry about!!" Hell. Yes. God bless him. I feel great!
Also, the Knicks got me Carmelo Anthony (of the famed, inner-city Baltimore "Stop Snitching" campaign) for my birthday! In my decades of loyalty as a Knicks fan, this the only thing that prick, Dolan, ever did for me. Well timed, at least.
[If you're wondering what the relevance of the picture is, don't strain yourself. It's just my birthday, and that's what I wanted to look at. With a little (a lot of) luck, I will be following something very similar up some stairs this evening...]
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
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happy Brithday
ReplyDeleteThanks! . . . Anonymous . . .
ReplyDeleteWell Well... You Finally hit the dirty 30's.
ReplyDeleteor was it 27? I'm not scrolling up to find out.
Ham-pee Burp-day.
Amen. A happy birthday indeed.
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