happy bleeding birthday

42.

ack.

time marches on.

just a number, but the numbers keep ticking away.

time keeps on slippin', slippin', slippin', into the future. . .*

what was it my brother said?

age is nothing but a matter of time, and who really knows what time it is anyway?

i'll subscribe to my brother's wisdom here.

42, and getting younger.

*apologies to the
steve miller band