I’m going to turn 45 on Saturday. Looking back on my four and a half decades, I’d sum up my life as at least a partial success. My lack of accomplishments is offset by my lack of a prison record and I’ve even managed to have some fun during the journey. I can claim to be self-actualized, at least in a Zaphod Beeblebrox sort of way.
And let’s not forget that life isn’t over. No doctors have told me that I have six months to live and I intend on keeping it that way by avoiding them whenever possible. However, if I see a physician bust out his prescription pad and shout “who wants to party?” I might be persuaded to soften my position on the matter.
Anyway, I’m going to celebrate having lasted this long at the Argus Lounge on Saturday, August 25, starting at 8 pm. I have already invited a bunch of my my friends and would like to extend that invitation to you, my cherished readers. So if you’re in the neighborhood and feel like stopping in to say hello to the guy responsible for Poison Spur, please do. You’ll make this attention slut very happy.