I turn 27 years old tomorrow. But this post is not to celebrate me. It’s just a birthday; I just happened to shuffle onto this mortal coil on August 24th many moons ago. Whoopity doo.
As I’m comin’ in hot on my 27th year, the only people I can think about is the people who saw me to 27; Even the most badass of badasses (such as myself, ahem) has a core support system. The people who support them, worry about them, care for them in mental and physical sickness, or just love them when there’s nothing else to be done. My people really deserve a good portion of the credit to me being… well, ALIVE and having at least some of my shit together.