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Sometimes, when you've known someone long enough, you make your way past the point where you really need words to communicate. All you need is a look, some waggled eyebrows and perhaps a devilish grin to get your point across. Unfortunately, that line was crossed about a decade ago, and I still kept blathering. I suppose that means I will always have to.
So, here is my point: Steven Alexander James is mad. Absolutely, raving mad.
I mean, what kind of rational human being would ever want to be stuck in a band so long with the likes of me? Seriously? And what self-respecting ladies' man would go on to have a bouncing baby boy a decade later? Who on this planet could possibly enjoy that science rubbish anyway?
So, Alex inches closer to forty. I'll be waiting at the finish line with a cake and some rather flattering balloons. We've seen the highs and the lows together. Hell, I think we've nearly killed each other before. I think I must've dedicated thousands of words to him in the past segment of my life. It's accumulated into quite the large fraction of my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy birthday, Alex. Never try that champagne thing again, all right?
So, here is my point: Steven Alexander James is mad. Absolutely, raving mad.
I mean, what kind of rational human being would ever want to be stuck in a band so long with the likes of me? Seriously? And what self-respecting ladies' man would go on to have a bouncing baby boy a decade later? Who on this planet could possibly enjoy that science rubbish anyway?
So, Alex inches closer to forty. I'll be waiting at the finish line with a cake and some rather flattering balloons. We've seen the highs and the lows together. Hell, I think we've nearly killed each other before. I think I must've dedicated thousands of words to him in the past segment of my life. It's accumulated into quite the large fraction of my life. I wouldn't have it any other way.
Happy birthday, Alex. Never try that champagne thing again, all right?