Zzzzzz
For years my birthday activity was to get on my motorcycle and rid to a very high place the day before. I’d pull out my sleeping bag and sack out early. In the morning, being it is June 7 and morning comes early, wake up and take a look at what the first of next year looks like. Meditate for a while. Break out Glenlivet. Have a shot. Light a doobie. Then just sit quiet for a few hours.

In 1989 I got my left foot cut off. It took a man whom I consider to be the most talented surgeon in the world 5 years to put it back on. During those years I went to college and learned 6 programming languages. Then I got truly lucky and got my first contract. Then I got buried in making money. Then Mr. Nasty(me) reared his ugly little head and got black-balled. Oops!

During those years my birthday activity altered radically. We starting doing things my other half wanted to do as the motorcycle/high place thing wasn’t an option.

I’d sorta like my birthday back. Hadn’t thought about it till this prompt.

Take pause, take pause………