Nine years ago, I walked into the Double Down and had my first legal drink, at midnight on my birthday.
And here I sit again, alone, with punk rock blaring in my ears, at the Double Down, at midnight on my birthday.
I don’t know whether that’s cool or pathetic. And it would be great to not be alone. But here it is and here I am.
And that’s thirty years done with. So what the hell do I do with the next thirty?