I turned 33 today. My mom called me at 8:29am. That’s when I was brought into this world back in 1979. I was probably bitching from being woken up from my womb nap too. I don’t know why, but it seems the years are flying by. I spent last night staring at a fly I was tying; I was trying to remember what I was doing a decade ago. I couldn’t. Oh well. Life is pretty damned good right now, and right now is what counts.
Life’s a river. Dig it.