3 to the 1

For my 31st birthday (a little aside: when I was 11 I really thought I'd have my shit waaayyyy more together at 31 than I actually do), we had a little vegetarian cookout with family and friends. It wasn't the craziest birthday I've ever had or the most memorable, but it was definitely one of the most special so far.

It's been a while since I've had my people around on my birthday, and to have so many of them, some I hadn't seen in years, crammed into our tiny kitchen and singing happy birthday, well, it just makes me teary to think about it. I think some people call this feeling gratitude, but since I'm made of spikes and nails and iron, I'm going to call it awesomeness.

My friend Nash was there with a gigantic fisheye lens and he caught the moment I was aglow with feeling that awesomeness. If 31 was this good, I can't wait to see what you people make 40 feel like.