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| The happy drunk - Michael on his 18th birthday |
Happy (belated) 18th birthday my sometimes not so lovely brother. I hope you had a grand time in your party. Food was superb, of course, it was mostly prepared by yours truly. Booze was great judging by your "I can't feel my numbness" comment which really was a total cracker.
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| The Coffee Crumble cake that I baked for the celebrations. |
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| The food |
Wow! You're 18. I can still remember how jealous I was of you when you were born. You stole my thunder. I was the unica ija and I miss it. Nothing else I can do now, right? I can't really stuff you back into where you came from. Eighteen years have taught me to accept a poo-poo head like you and I've sucked it up since then.
You are now of legal age. What you'll be doing with your new found freedom together with all its complexities is completely up to you. Use it well. Use it wisely. Make mistakes and learn from it.
I love you and happy birthday.
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