Drew in Zombieland

40 years ago today! 7-14-1969. Born in the Summer of Love!

This has been a pretty rough lead up to my birthday, I guess #40, while you are still a bachelor, has a lot more ‘weight’ on it than any other birthday that I have had lately. I apologize to those around me that may have been on the receiving end of my bad behavior or my grumpy mood.

Sylvia, via Hannah W., sent me this wonderful picture:

Isn’t she cute!?

Now back to moping about my birthday. Hrmph!

I’m into geriatric anime, my friends are ancient beings from an ugly planet and the idea is to use me and not leave me lying there after you taken me out. These cartoons play shuffleboard and bingo while looking all god-dummies and slippers made of pink rabbits - this is multi-tasking of the irate!

Just don’t leave me and don’t see me at the same time - the eyes I can’t look in or see behind. But I don’t want to be just left out over here.

That thing in the back of my mind that seem to coat everything with dread, has moved to my stomach and makes splinters. I’m not proving myself virile or pancaking my red lines; I’m a cherish and perish, fruit on the vine. I’m not allowed to make sense, these banalities give me distance.