Holy shit! I am 30 years old. Hard to believe. I’m in-between caring and not caring. Of course I have always been of the belief that caring about your age is a waste of time and seems far too much like a crying ego. But fuck 30 is pretty old. High school was half my life ago. Back when we used to make movies and smoke weed and go to class. When I was almost too shy to talk to a girl, let alone get one to kiss me. I’m Mary Raby, Jon Raby's son. Oh and the Lazerbeams days a few years later. We were adults then but still so young. Our own house. Cold as fuck but it had a mini bar, and punishment shots. Half gallons of Rothschild 100 proof and, well i don’t remember what else. 20 years ago me and Leo Vait were climbing the willow tree outside of my house. And I was spraying ants with wd/40. It didn’t kill them right away, maybe later from sickness. 25 years ago I was in my mom's back pasture, hiding in a woodpile full of spiders and rats, making weird stews with stolen eggs, dirt and my own urine. I should have been in preschool but I cried when I got there so my mom didn't make me go. In 7th grade I missed 42 days of school. Only second to Nick Kalantzis who missed 44. In 6th grade Nate Judge kicked my ass at ROS, I never forgave him. About 10 years ago I traveled for the first time, to Europe. It was an eye opening experience, alone in a foreign land. I learned to make friends and take care of myself, and that there are good people all over the world. 8 years ago I lost my virginity in Mexico to a Swedish girl or Norwegian or something. It was not all it was cracked up to be, I did not cum. Shortly after I met Leslie and developed a different part of myself. I learned how to be a man, and how to be with a woman. I became more comfortable and confident with myself. Then to PDX, you know the story, and now I’m here. Vietnam. Its almost 10 am. I woke up at 6 for some reason so I went for a jog (first time since being here), and did some setups. Then I read a book. I’m downstairs on the house computer now, being pressured to drink a birthday beer by my roommates. At 2 I will go out to a German bar that has an all you can drink beer for 4 hours, for $7.50. Its funny I really don’t want to get too drunk, though I'm sure I will. I have been going to bed early and when I’m too drunk at night sometimes I don’t go for that last beer. Maybe Im growing up…nah. I still love it here, but I question if I will want to leave in 6 months or stay longer. I will tell you that it doesn’t feel like my birthday over here. It just isn't the same without my friends. I have had so many birthdays filled with love that overtakes me. Thank you for that. I’m sure it will still be a good day though, I feel good, and on the other side of my in-between; fuck I’m 30, so old, so wise. Give me respect bitches.
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