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Jul 26, 2009 22:23

I don't actually hate birthdays. Much like Christmas. It's far easier to admit hating such days than to admit how lonely they tend to be. It's the kind of day you are forced to look back and think about where you are, where you've been, and find out who's still at your side.

Don't get me wrong. I'm thankful to have my son with me, if no one else.

Still...

This old man would rather have a bit more than a scotch and his piano as his birthday nears an end.
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