Today is my birthday. It’s not a Big One — those that end in a Zero and cause people to lose their fucking minds — or anything like that. It’s simply the anniversary of the day I arrived here — on Planet Earth.
I love my birthday. Make no mistake. People born in December wait all year to celebrate EVERYTHING. There are no presents in our lives — save for the ones which come at the end of the year. Christmas and your birthday tend to blend into…
