It happens to all of us once a year. My birthday is never better than the last one, they degrade a little year by year. Less phone calls and emails… that sort of thing. I never tell people because I feel like an attention whore. I mean so what I was born today??
Surely the passing of my dad in June kind of kills summer for me. It has been a year or so and it still feels like it was last week. It’s really weird. My dad always got me something cool, he hated not surprising us for stuff like holidays and celebrations. As I got older I always told my parents I didn’t want anything for my birthday, just money. He would always get me stuff like window tinting, car stereo or a crazy car alarm (my old car got broke into twice in front of my house!). Random stuff I never bought simply because I could not afford it and did not really need it so I lived without. I don’t miss the random power gifts nearly as much as I miss the old man hell bent on buying them ha ha. But I won’t lie they were nice 
26 years on this planet and I still feel like I’m sixteen. What will happen? I really do not want to gain more weight ha ha ha. In my youth I remember saying really dumb shit like “I wish a was super fat, like 285 fat!” Life is awkward enough with an extra 30 pounds just chillin’. I will more than likely go eat with my family, go home get ripped, swig the remainder of my 23 year old Pappy and go to work the next day.
I also can’t forget to say Happy Birthday to my friend Shane. Hope yours is better than mines.
