Today, I’m 40. Which means ten years ago, this happened:
A somewhat more modest festival is planned for this evening. If you know where I live, odds are you’re welcome.
It’s my birthday
Miscellaneous Heathen
Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.
Welcome to the forties, Farmer. Didn’t realize you were that much younger than me (I’m now 43). I’ll tell you what I tell all my friends on their birthdays (you’ll have to imagine the Beavis and Butthead voices): You’re old. And you suck. Suck suck suck suck suck!