I’m 27 years old today. Thanks to everyone who came out to celebrate last night and today. I’m as surprised as anyone that I actually have friends who would get me drunk and buy me a birthday cake, or a bottle of bourbon, or a Shake Weight, or a long-stemmed rose with a Magnum condom, or a pocket pussy. Oh, and thanks to my father (if he’s reading this) for not calling to say “Happy Birthday.”
So…27…Let’s make sure I don’t end up like Kristen Pfaff this year.
