Today is my 39th birthday. Here’s how I feel:
Today is one of my favorites birthdays. Being a somewhat reclusive Writer, I keep a small tight, global crowd. In New York City, I’ve got a crew of three. Brooklyn gets a special shout out in the squad, and today is his birthday.
Today is another birthday. Last year, I was sailing around the south Caribbean. This year, I have a soul sister from Australia beside me. It’s five in the morning, we’re on our way to Central Park.
Yesterday, the luthier decided he needs some space. I guess this has been unravelling since I last popped into these parts.
Some things I save for poetry. But trust me, that one hurt. Yet another one bites the dust.
In a few hours I’ll be having French pastries and black coffee in Soho. Tonight I plan on dancing to samba.
You never know what a birthday will bring. Here’s to year 38.