People,

Today is my b-day, and one of my gifts to myself is to spend as much of my day as possible being yelled at by my boss and being forced to do menial labor. Using that as my barometer, my day so far is a smashing success.

Anyway, as I sit and watch the last dangling remnants of my youth float away down the river of life, and I sail the S.S. Welsh towards the sea of my inevitable death I feel pretty good. I have good friends, a great fiancee, lots of guitars, a motorcycle, a band, two healthy testicles, a less than extreme weight problem, a decent shrink and all the diet coke I can drink.

Life is good.