27 years old
Fast forward to the present
I went to an Irish bar last night in Chicago. I drank one two many drinks and I felt like throwing up. With the room spinning I lasted until midnight. I received a small birthday cake and my friends skyping from California to sing me Happy Birthday. It was great. It felt good to relax and forget about my worries for a night. But I took a Birthday shot of Jameson. Then all I remember is a blurred story of me jumping in a taxi to the train station. Catching the last train to Great Lakes. Paying the conductor and him waking me up not to miss my stop. Also it was very cold and I had to text all the people worrying if I made it home ok. It was a long walk from the main gate to my barracks but eventually I got there. I went to sleep and recovered.
Today I'm just pondering on life. As I usually do on my Birthday.
I like that story of Wolverine.
On Wolverine's Birthday, it is said that Sabertooth, his arch nemesis, finds him wherever he is in the world and beats him to near death. If you really look at it. Sabertooth is a really good friend. He goes out of his way to find Wolverine on his birthday and give a good birthday beat down.



