I’ve never asked for anything from my friends for my birthday. UNTIL TODAY!
Please buy my book BURN DOWN THE GROUND: A MEMOIR! Share it. Click “Like”. And, hey, while you’re there, maybe type up a quick review. Just a line or ten.
I was born on June 22, 1971, the summer solstice. A June 22 solstice will not occur until June 22, 2203. That’s how motherfucking special I am! (Along with all the thousands of other people born that day proving that McCullough, Jr. dude right. I’m not that special.)
And now for the pièce de résistance, this year’s card* drawn by My Jailed Deaf Dad: