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the thing about birthdays
is that others
quite often
make more of it
than you do

this weekend
my bro and father came down island
and
yesterday we…
along with the mother
went to dinner
at the cousin’s house

it’s all good…
except
that they had the house
decorated for a “birthday party”

how the hell
did I get to be 50 years old
and my family not know
that while I love receiving presents
I loath the opening “surprise” brouhaha?

and for the life of me
I can’t figure out why
any of them would think
that the way to commemorate
one’s meeting a half a fucking century
would be to receive
a god damn dish rack?

but I digress…..

I don’t like surprise parties
at the best of times
they give me the same kind of anxiety
that practical jokes do
and we all know
that I am missing
the practical joke gene…*jean*??
how Freudian is that?

but here’s the kicker…
all week long
I have been waiting
for Sunday to arrive

the Pickle is fixed
and I’m gonna spend the day
riding and recharging
I am soooooo looking forward to it :-}

so don’t the mother
and the father
and the brother
and the cousins
spend the evening
drinking themselves
into psychotic
monosyllabic
fools
at competition levels?

and it was 2 in the fucking morning
before I got them all rounded up
and all the way home
and put to bed

and then the old fart
gets me up at 6:30
cos he ain’t feeling well
because
“after all…I’m 75 years old ya know?”

fuck me

so
I don’t get to go for a long ride with the club
cos I didn’t get enough sleep
and I won’t take a chance
when I’m like that

now don’t get me wrong
I love my family dearly
but what would make them think
that I’d want to
spend my birthday celebration
watching them get hammered?

and

truthfully

it makes me sad
t o think
that there is no one
in the world
that understands me
well enough to know
that I didn’t enjoy it
and it wasn’t fun.

happy birthday?
me thinks not!

but listen…
everyone has left now
and it’s Sunday
and if I can’t spend
the rest o the day riding
I’ll just sit quietly in my yard
listening to some lovely music
and writing

except
now the white trash building manager
has decide
to mow the lawn
around the building

I swear it’s like some kinda fuckin plot!

however
I hear
that once August rolls around
all this hinkey stuff
will end
because the cosmos will align
and
we’ll all live happily ever after…

Now I ask ya….
*haven’t we had this discussion before?*

well I’ll just tell ya

Fucked up – stupid kid drivers

but I am mad
I am mad as I can possibly be without bursting a vein in my forehead
what a fucking waste
what stupidity
fuck fuck fuck
I hate this shit