The Boy Looked At Johnny
November 3, 2001. Late afternoon.
"Last year I was 21
I didn't have a lot of fun
And now I'm gonna be 22
I said 'oh my,' and, uh, 'boo hoo'"
- The Stooges, "1969"
My birthday today. 22 years old.
Birthdays are historically never usually much good. This
year, however, I anticipate some fun. I have it on good
authority that my beloved friends Katie and Joel are
planning something for me. Which sounds pretty good to me.
And indeed, 21 wasn't a whole lot of fun...it started in a
haze of numbing depression, and hit plenty of valleys in
the intervening 12 months. But I feel optimistic. Taking a
semester off was a good start. I expect 22 will be just
That being said, though, it's off to a pretty funny start.
I'm feelin' pretty ill. Cough, cough.