This afternoon….

Thirty-four years ago.

I popped outa the oven.

*Sorry for the Stretchmarks mom.

Don’t know if I like this this annual self-portrait / self-assignment thing… heh… speaking of stretchmarks… Christ Jim… I obviously put down the cigarettes this year and picked up the fork… oh well.. we’ll work on that.

Nonetheless… I’m still here… and for that… – I’m very grateful.

Thanks for stickin around for three years worth of this thing that looks like… but surely isn’t… a blog.