I feel old, but everyone says I look about 24. I’ll take that as a compliment any day. It seems everyday I notice more grey hairs popping up. If I recall, both of my grandpa’s didn’t lose their hair well into their 70s, which is kind of a relief. One less thing to worry about, right? I always found it strange celebrating your birthday. As if turning one year older has to be exciting to think about. When I was in my early 20s, I found myself partying as hard as possible on that particular day of the year. Alcohol was plentiful. Shots were numerous. And I felt as drunk as a tranquilized tiger being transported from its lonely cage.
Cheers to another year around the sun. Later world.