Elvis Presley died on my birthday and we've been locked in mortal combat ever since, I never fail to give a nod to the king however he is not my king. Madonna and I share a birthday, and I think that's just peachy. When I was in Wales I got mistaken for one of the locals more than a few times, but I couldn't understand a word and they knew their mistake as soon as I uttered a syllable. The view from the back porch is of a huge retirement apartment complex, the only time all the curtains are pulled back from the windows is when the apartment is vacant. My bones feel a bit more flexible today for no apparent reason. My permanent adult quandary is that I'm not a fan of shaving but a beard is too itchy. The only time I adore driving through the suburbs is late at night. Fires are burning a couple hundred miles north and when the wind blows the right way you can definitely smell smoke. The first time I drank to get drunk it was jim beam and I still can't stand the smell of that stuff. Something about a red sparkly drum set makes me feel like I'm falling in love, butterflies and squishy brain kind of stuff. If you need to exercise some angst take a trip to the ocean and yell at the incoming tide, works for me every time. Night night.
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