Today was my birthday. I was taken out for all three meals of the day and it was fantastic. I ate a waffle, a pizza and bison filet mignon. I got enough practical items to make a forty-seven year old head-bob in approval. At one point in the day, Andrew (ex lover/reformed best friend who is finally home from Peru) turned to me and asked with sincerity if there were "any age appropriate gifts" that I had received. Yes Andrew, there were plenty. My brothers gave me records, Alex gave me a coffee table book and my parents gave me a back wheel (yet to be built).
Life has taken a turn down the slippery slope once again and I am not fighting gravity. Twenty two never looked so good.
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