My wife was born on St. Patrick’s Day, which is a blessing and a curse.

On the plus side, it means you’ll always have people to celebrate with; on the downside, they probably aren’t celebrating you.

It’s like being born on Christmas or New Year’s Eve, but with more green, more booze and more pretending you’re Irish (I am, fuck you), when you’re actually Dutch.

Anyway, happy birthday, darling. I shudder to think what life would be without you.

Target: 1500 words
Written: 2187 words, novel: Father Lightning

Read: The Bluest Eye, Toni Morrison
Comics: GenActive 1, Gen v2 52-53, Superman/Gen 13 1
Music: The Family Tree, The Ramones