I don’t pay attention to the number if candles on my cake any more. That’s the fire departments job.


I have watched people anguish at passing different decade points with true bewilderment until the word sixty was actually said out loud. I really could not equate to it. That is just a number that doesn’t have anything to do with me. That’s an old fucks’ age. The kind of people you cut in half and count the rings. “30”, “40”, even that half century could not have had less significance for me until I slammed into the hexagon wall. It was like telling me I was Chinese or 7 ft. tall. It’s just not me!

If age is just a number, I’ll let you know when my concept of numbers gets adjusted.

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