Sure, our own petty bullshit gets in the way, but sometimes we have to clear the mud off the windshield and look at something else for a while. Until then, lets give a moment of thanks for someone who truly did things his own way.
This was a difficult page to create. And it is only the start of this short, miserable little fucking Birthday story.
I’m moving out at the end of the week. Into a tiny room in a small basement. Just when you think you have got it figured out, and you can take a nap on your own couch in your own home in the middle of the day with no worries, along comes Life with a knife in his hands and he jams it into your brain and he gleefully shouts “Not today, fat boy!”. Funny thing is, I always knew this day was coming. Or rather, this series of days which will usher me into the next phase of an already unsettled life.