Forty

So, it's been a month since I became a 40 year old guy. Feels pretty weird, not because something's changed, but because it did not. My inner self is still a dumbass 16 year old kid. 

Also, today marks 9 years of my father's passing. It's something that hit me like a truck back then, and continues to do so everyday. I hope this shit-show called life ends soon, so that I can be with him again and tell him everything I wanted to say to him, but never did.