So I turn 25 on monday. Practically 30, which is practially 40 then 50, etc. etc. Maybe it's the whiskey talking, but getting old sucks. As much as fun as looking forward to hitting 21 was, time's pretty much ripped past me ever since. I'm doing pretty well for myself for now, at least I like to think so. And for all the good and bad, wouldn't really change much. But there's still entire blocks of the last 10 years that have found their way out of my memory.

I wonder if there's more of that to come. I wonder if I'll hold onto the good stuff as the rest slips by. That's deep man. Drinking on your birthday is over rated. Move along, nothing to see here...