Mo’fuckers. Today is my birthday, I crossed state lines. I’m in another place. Fuck me. Lost my streak because of bad timing, again.

No, I won’t accept it. Drove for hours, hotel, check in, dinner, drinks, life happens…

Today is my birthday. I demand a break! Gotta party, drink, eat… I have to celebrate another 365 days of surviving the orbit around the sun.

It’s alright. Just heavy on the drinks, and good eating.

I’ll be back tomorrow, and the next day, for the rest of the year.

Have a good one.