45

Friday February 28, 2014. I'm 45. Iggy Pop is playing in the background and the taste of red wine still lingers. The woman of the house is making me a birthday dinner and all I can think about is the Scotch waiting to be opened. Sometimes I wonder how the day will end. Today I don't care. Maybe I'll watch a Vincent Price movie and call it a day. Or maybe I'll just get drunk and ignore my regrets.