“Birthday”

This past Saturday marked my fourth birthday locked up. It was the best one so far, in that it wasnt much different than any other day. (Last year I was getting sentenced a couple days after, and had no idea what kind of time I was gonna get. I was shook.)

My new bunkie gave me a honey bun. At lunch I got a few extra apple crisps. There’s nothing so nakedly self-interested as a man telling people it’s his birthday in order to get some extra dessert.

Im 31 now. I cant believe Im paraphrasing Miley Cyrus, but I feel “younger now”: Im no longer running away from who I was at 16 and Im no longer the person I was a few years ago. Im both those people and more. (Although I had to reset life’s difficult settings to “functioning retard” to do it, but Ive evolved into a higher level of being.)

Or, as Walt Whitman put it most succinctly: “I contain multitudes.”