Well, I dealt with my birthday rather well. It's not something I celebrate openly.
The fact that only a few people are aware of it in real life helps keep it in perspective. I think I showed remarkable restraint in not engaging in a narcotic binge; though I am open to the possibility of turning my desk inside out searching for my old connection's phone number tomorrow... er, today. When you live in a secret passageway long enough, tomorrow and today are one and the same.
On a lighter note, my foster parents took me out to Dinner. I had the prime rib. I can't put it away the way I used to. I had to discreetly unbutton my unexpandable hip hop pants because I was determined to finish the 32 oz. black and tan I ordered brought with my food. I killed the thing, but the nearer I got to the bottom of the glass, the fouler it tasted.
It was dead quiet in the restaurant, like eating in a library. Conversation was strained. I didn't have much to say. I had to make shit up, the alcohol didn't help. I can tell some pretty good tall tales when I'm sober, but I was at a total loss today.
Figuring a splash of cold water in my face would help, I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I scooted out of the booth and stood up, my hip hop pants dropped down. I proceeded to fall on my face with my pants around my ankles.
Thus, a new chapter of my life is proudly commenced in glorious tradition.
The fact that only a few people are aware of it in real life helps keep it in perspective. I think I showed remarkable restraint in not engaging in a narcotic binge; though I am open to the possibility of turning my desk inside out searching for my old connection's phone number tomorrow... er, today. When you live in a secret passageway long enough, tomorrow and today are one and the same.
On a lighter note, my foster parents took me out to Dinner. I had the prime rib. I can't put it away the way I used to. I had to discreetly unbutton my unexpandable hip hop pants because I was determined to finish the 32 oz. black and tan I ordered brought with my food. I killed the thing, but the nearer I got to the bottom of the glass, the fouler it tasted.
It was dead quiet in the restaurant, like eating in a library. Conversation was strained. I didn't have much to say. I had to make shit up, the alcohol didn't help. I can tell some pretty good tall tales when I'm sober, but I was at a total loss today.
Figuring a splash of cold water in my face would help, I excused myself to go to the restroom. As I scooted out of the booth and stood up, my hip hop pants dropped down. I proceeded to fall on my face with my pants around my ankles.
Thus, a new chapter of my life is proudly commenced in glorious tradition.