HAPPY BIRTHDAY TGG
We celebrated his birthday over three days, as I think it should be. :-)
Fun with friends, LOUD MUSIC played by band-mates laying down an awesome track, pizza, popcorn, peanut fights, and . . .
. . . . . that God-Damned neighbor who complained about the noise at 4:37 on Saturday afternoon. She can go the HELL . . . or just wander down to Mort's Deli for awhile. We're not going anywhere, except to HEAVEN on a flight commissioned by none other than BUDDHA or the CHRIST HIMSELF playing music by Megadeth, or Sympathetic Genocide. Or perhaps Mozart or Gretchen Wilson, or Air, or ANYONE you know singing in the shower for God's sake.
Some people take themselves so damned seriously, . . . . I swear.
You have this LIFE to live, so . . . have FUN with your friends, play LOUD music in your ears, EAT your favorite flavors, have peanut FIGHTS with your friends, PLAY hide and seek, send your favorite relative a THANK YOU note for being your mentor in life, GIVE yourself a pat on the back for making it this far, LOVE your parents for giving you this life, LOOK around and laugh at the ridiculous displays of humanity, GO to Target and SEE folks jockeying for a place in the check out line, EXTEND yourself to your own physical limits of sweat and tears, and then . . . . .
Come HOME to your nest and rest into YOURSELF, knowing that you just love to celebrate the birthday of someone you love to feel completely ALIVE.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY CONOR. YOU ROCK!
