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As Heather so kindly notes, today is my birthday. I am thirty five.

For some reason, the sentence fragment "thirty five and still alive" keeps running through my mind. I do not know how this became stuck in my head. I can, however, think of variations on that particular theme.

Thirty five and a man in transition. Thirty five and a work in progress. Thirty five and loyal. Thirty five and lonely.

Thirty five and still trying to figure things out.

Thirty five.

So be easy and free
when you're drinking with me.
I'm a man you don't meet
every day.