Time keeps on slippin' into the future
I can remember around age 26 starting to freak out a little at the impending doom of that heavy number "30" that I was now looking down the business end of. I had a themed birthday party with invites to "my funeral." Somebody made a cake that looked like a cemetery and everyone got dressy to come pay last respects. I was SO YOUNG then
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