The first of my high school friends turns 40 50 today, therein
officially kicking off my own march to the dreaded birthday. Christ. At least I'm the youngest of my group of friends, so I'll get to watch
them being plucked off first....First Robert (or, as my mother called him "Wobbit'). Then will come The Gnat, followed by Michael (he of The Chinn Dome.) Well, it still sucks. Grrrr.
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