Pete is a geezer too

Today is Peters birthday. He’s 29, a whole year older than me. That means either I’m super smart and got moved up one year in school or he got held back. Or maybe both fool! How does that make you feel.

Anyway, I can’t believe Pete is damn near 30. That means both of us are pretty much grown ass men. It’s time to start acting like it! It’s time to buy some god damned sports coats!

Yup, tomorrow I am going to treat both of us to a nice tailored man jacket for wearing around Europe like sophisticated gents. We can wear them with turtle necks and smoke expensive French cigarettes and talk about Goethe and Schiller and Kant in the coffee shops while stroking our whiskers and rotating between taking off and putting on our black frame Euro glasses.
It will be awesome. I may even start telling fools that I’m working on my first novel or that Jack Kerouac is my favorite writer. Maybe Pete can start pretending to know the difference between Merlot and Pinot, or even send a bottle back for being a little too “oakey” for his taste. After all, fool is nearly 30, can’t be drinking no sucka-wine like a boy of 28.

Happy birthday Pete! You are one old muther….but a well dressed mutha come tomorrow!