The 23rd of this month will be the anniversary of my exiting of the womb. It is a day I fear a little, because I fear the passage of time. As more time goes on there are more responsibilities I must take. Though, whatever happens, happens. I must accept all of them with dignity as I plunge further into age. *Pretend that a terrible midi of "Enter Sandman" is playing right now.*
I'm scared. A little.
GavyFreshMen
Happy birthday in a couple of days