Time marches on. No, I’m no nostalgically singing that cheesy country song, I’m talking about life. Something that we all at a certain time come to grips with. For me, it probably happened on my thirtieth birthday when my friends threw my a surprise party. I was secret mad and just wanted to drink alone. However, I put on the happy face because they did something nice for me. I don’t like milestones. I’ve never actually liked birthdays because I view them as another day closer to the end. I’m nostalgic about time and how it is so fleeting.
Jay Bruce Retires
