Thursday, January 01, 2004


My birthday is up in a few hours.

The big 35. Looking at that number I'm struck by the obvious realization that I've never gone this far before, that I'm no longer a young man chronologically (unless you apply the criteria used by the Ten Outstanding Young Men people), and that I should be thinking about deeper and more meaningful things.

But you know what? Fuck it.

For as long as I have command of my mental faculties, I'll always be a young man. And I'll think about what I want to think about, thank you.

When the Chinese calendar hits in February, we Monkeys get to go to town and claim the year as ours.

So - this year is mine. Hands off.


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