at sixteen i told myself by my mid-twenties i wanted to have a career and be married with two children. now, at twenty five, i'm just praying my card isn't declined at target.

An Old Dog Doing Old Tricks - 27

An Old Dog Doing Old Tricks - 27

Nurney

I’m drinking a giant beer through a straw, listening to a podcast, and sitting beside someone I don’t know on the Long Island Rail Road. 

Dare I say I’m a New Yorker? 

Also, writing and listening to a podcast is proving to be difficult. More to follow.  

Ok so now that I’ve eaten my weight in Italian and drank my way through the California vineyards - I can continue. 

Last week I met 27 with open grateful arms and a hostile immune system. It took me 3 days, a spell of vomiting stomach fluid, and a perpetual headache to recover from my birthday. Now that a week has passed, I feel that I can properly both function as a human, and write about it because I survived. 

Actually, that’s pretty much it. No need to relive the drunken past. Also, let’s be real, it’s not like I remember the entire night anyway. 

 

 

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