Seriously though, I really don't care much about birthdays, I never caught on to the hype. I don't know, something about the fact that I exist because my parents had sex in the back of a car at the drive-in sure does make me want to drink but not because it's a "special day." I don't know when my relationship with my mom got so good that she thought it would be fun to tell me the true nature of my not so immaculate conception. "The Horror, The Horror." Although, I have my dad to thank for my potty mouth. Something about saying "F**K Christmas" to a 3 year old kinda stayed with me through the years. Who knew that a child's personality begins to take shape around 3? A celebration indeed. Cheers!
