Time for bed. I’ve managed my anxiety by staying up good and goddamn late. Thousands of innocents remembered; a nation’s innocence, gone.
I am 44 today.
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Happy B-Day!
Happy birthday.
Never forget Victor Jara…
happy b-day joe! xoxo and all that even. Be good.
Happy belated birthday, bud!
Thanks. I am a whole lot more grateful than I think I am capable of conveying. Birthdays are days of fierce ambivalence for me, and lead to depression and isolation.
So, magnify this about a trillion times: Thanks for the kind wishes, and for noticing; thank you for the x’s and the o’s (and the triple x’s, even); and thanks for calling me ‘bud.’ I love that.
HAPPY BELATED B-DAY. YOU MUST BE GETTING BETTER. IN ALL THE YRS I’VE KNOWN YOU I DON’T THINK YOU EVER MENTIONED YOUR B-DAY. LOVE T:)