You want to know how I know, it’s quite simple really. 29 years ago tomorrow hell froze over, a blizzard hit the Pacific Northwest and made the Seattle area down right miserable.
In the middle of all that misery I punched through my moms uterus and abdominal wall that I can only hope looked something like this:
Dance and all!
I was born defying all the odds, weighing in at a whopping 4 lbs 2 oz and was 6 weeks early(I was reminded it was actually 6.5). My mom still refers to me as her gift from god. I know there are certainly some people in this world who wouldn’t consider me a gift. Frankly I don’t care, there’s a phrase I’d use to describe it but some would consider it gratuitous in its use of expletives. The gentler version is “Screw ’em”
So for all of you who think the world ends tomorrow, I hate to break it to you but it wont, at best that process actually began 29 years ago. For some their political end is at hand, and I will have no heartburn at all if some how my name comes up yet again before them, repeatedly, until they crash into the wall so hard they disappear into the wastebasket of history.
It is kind of nice though that by the age of 28 I became despised and called out, by name, by some of the most despicable people I’ve ever seen or heard of. Yeah, this year was a good year, now I just need to best it next year.