Birthday

Today is my 27th birthday. Damn, right? 27 seems pretty old. But before I get to being all "what have I done with my life," let's put this into context: This is the fifth birthday that I've been sober, as I quit drinking when I was 22, right before my 23rd birthday (which sucked). I spent my 21st birthday going to the same bar I'd been to the night before with my roommate. No party. Because I was sort of a loser. 22nd birthday isn't memorable in any way. 23rd birthday was spent in a just-post-quitting-drinking fog. I was on probation and had violated my probation. I was sure that i was going to jail. I lived in Denver and didn't have any friends other than people I saw at the bars. I just sat at my house and was bummed out. I think my dad came up and took me out to dinner. My whole 23rd year and the preceeding 24th birthday kicked a fuckton of ass. I was back in Springsteen, sober, getting my shit together, and not a drunken or paralyzed-with-fear wreck. 25th bday was covered by Netanya, then my new friend in Fort Collins, now one of my very good friends. 26th birthday I was too busy studying for the final exams of a semester that i got straight As. And this bitthday is already so impossibly packed full of love and friends and plans (at 1:53pm) that I'm beside myself. I can't believe how good I have it in life compared to my 23rd birthday. So thanks a fucking shitload Fort Collins and all the friends I've met here. Thanks, family. Thanks, Alcoholics Anonymous. Thanks, all my other awesome as fuck friends on every awesome as fuck corner of this goddamned awesome as fuck planet. I don't fucking care how old I sound now. This birthday fucking rules!