Occasion · 27 May 2001
In order to start being thirty-five, this coming Saturday I’m going to stop being thirty-four. I look forward to the riches awaiting me as a SMILT.
To commemorate this last week of my early thirties I plan to do the same redundant crap I’ve been doing for years, and also, at some point, to find a pair of boxer shorts that I never wear because they’re uncomfortable, and for the eight hundredth time toss them back in the drawer.
To Life!
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