No. Do NOT wish me a Happy Birthday! I still have 10 minutes left, and I’d like to enjoy each and every one of those minutes before the good part of my life is over. You know: my youth, my semi-attractive face, my future. I’m gonna be 33-years-old and what do I have to show for it? Nothing! I write a blog for a crappy online music magazine, for no pay, that no one reads. I serve drunks while watching other people living out their dreams, and then I play in crappy dive bars where people enjoy throwing up on themselves more than they do listening to me sing. I live in a shit box of an apartment in the middle of bumble fuck Brooklyn that I still can’t afford. My family thinks my dreams are ridiculous, that I should just grow up and grow out of it. And to top it all off, I’m ugly…
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- Written by: Jean Ann Garrish