Happy Birthday to me wee brother--who is not "wee," he is a big, muscular firefighter/medic and SWAT medic who is about 6'4" tall and weighs in at about 235 pounds. He was born at 4 P.M. on March 17, 1969--and I was right there! Indeed--I saw him be born and guess what, it didn't kill me. So my brother is a young lad of 39 today. And I am still an old bat of 43. But as I've been old since I was nine or ten, so what the fuck else is new?
So if you're inclined to tip back a Guinness, tip one back for one Ryder Thomas Cheesemeister. Yes, his name really is Ryder. Not after the truck, after the artist Albert Pinkham Ryder. My parents are indeed hippies turned republicans--the shame!
Is turning Republican the same as going senile?
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BRO!
