Well, kiss my grits. It’s my birthday today.
For those of you keeping score, I am now 32. In other words, young enough to still make stupid mistakes, and old enough to know better.
I was gearing up to write a rather lengthy entry (boring all who gaze upon it in the process) about birthdays, and how we go through a “tipping point” when things stop being about the start of our lives, and start being about that damp, black hole in the ground… in other words, gearing up to be a total birthday bummer.
Then I thought, you’ve got lots of years to make miserable on your birthday - don’t be a maudlin ass.
