So I’m going to be 32 on saturday. I always get bummed out at the beginning of march, wondering about my life. Mistakes I’ve made and shit like that. It goes away by the time the actual day swings around. I got a good friend that shares the birthday with me. And we always go and celebrate our birthdays.

Getting older is just part of the way things work. I’m just fighting it all the way. They say your only as old as you feel. And some days I still feel like a punk ass teenager. And of course some days I feel like I’m 80 plus. You just got to enjoy your time how you see fit. Play games, booze it up, whatever it takes to live each day. My man Sinatra said it best “You only live once, and the way I live once is enough.”

This year is kinda cool of course because Troy (my best friend) hits the big 30. So it’s a special occasion and excuse to go and booze it up. Of course we will have his lovely wife to keep us from getting in any real trouble. Not that we would get in trouble. We also have to go see Scooby Doo 2 today. Which I am incredibly excited about. I’m going to see Velma, fuck Scooby and the rest of the gang.