Monday, September 24, 2012


               I'm turning forty.  How the hell did that happen?
               At forty, I thought I would weigh less and earn more.  I'd hoped that I would have children and own a home.     
               The thing about a life is that you only get one of them.  I've tried to live my life with that in mind, but I just seem to wind up forever starting over.  I think when I turn sixty, I'll still be resolving to get my life started.
               Goddamned milestone birthdays.