FUGGIN AY, I'M THIRTY-FIVE TODAY!

DAMN.
THIRTY-FIVE YEARS OLD.
JUNE 8TH, 1971.
BORN IN LONG BEACH, CALIFORNIA.
DELIVERED AT ST, MARY'S HOSPITAL.
(DOWN THE STREET FROM WHERE BOTH MY GRANDMOTHER AND FATHER
ATTENDED HIGH-SCHOOL, AS WELL AS ME AND MY SISTER)

IT'S MY BIRTHDAY TODAY.
GOT HOME AND FOUND THE PAD DECKED OUT.
SHE CAME HOME WITH BALLONS!
MY GIRL GOT ME A NEW CAR STEREO! NICE ONE TOO!!
MY GIRL TOOK ME TO DINNER AT THE MACARONI GRILL-STUFFED!
MY GIRL GOT ME A RAD LOOKING SNICKERS CAKE FROM COLD STONE!
(DID I TELL YOU THAT MY GIRL DARCY FUCKING ROCKS?!)

I GOT AN E-MAIL BACK FROM COOP TELLING ME HE'D SIGN A PRINT OF HIS
FOR ME THAT I BOUGHT MYSELF TODAY! (STOKED AS FUCK ON THAT!)

AHHH...TODAY WAS A NICE DAY!!