Last day of my 53rd passage under this sun, and thus starting birthday week a day early with Death in the Afternoon. (The drink, not the book, but same creative source. Cheers, Ernest!) And as I move closer to boney one's grasp, once again I extend the festival just a little bit more, because I can, because I can enjoy life despite sickness, and because fuck you, naysayers.
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