So the people in my life who are gradually turning 21 is starting to build up a bit quickly. In a weird way, my mind envisions it like a plague that makes the names fall like flies from the air. So many odd things about such an odd number. Although I think the act of celebrating a 21st birthday with lots of alcohol is a worn-out tradition, I'm sure I'll be imbibing my own share once mine comes, and I'm still happy enough to say it has been a great run with senor
Josh Kramer.
I dearly hope the day is great for ye. Happy birthday to one of the long-standing best friends.
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