Maybe your mortality, not mine
I had an excellent birthday chock full of quiet reflection, three square meals, thoughtful discourse, and lots of drinking. The staff of Tom Bergin's took very good care of me, despite being only a few hundred yards from where Biggie got jacked. Here we are in their Marty Barrett shrine, christened 2003.My compadre Alx Meza, an artist, used the work of George Seurrat and pointilism to rationalize all manner of crimes. "You can't really quantify your life's experience until you stand away from where you are," he said. That's so much classier than what I do, which is to reference Benson and hope no one will notice my genocides and check fraud.




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Happy birthday!
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