andy'll be named andrew

Tonight, a woman asked me how old I was. I said, "I am thirty years old."

It felt odd to say it, like I was telling a lie.

And I know as I've been told that tonight that woman and many other women like her and not like her are going to struggle between the sheets to try and bring new life into this world with men who are no less eager.

And if, and if they're successful, if they are successful, that child will someday turn thirty, like me now.

Thirty years to take so seriously, like me, something that was never asked for. Well, I guess then the two of us would be stupider than selfish to ever complain, like in a blog, for example.