May 5th.
Cinco de Mayo.
My day. Halfway to 90 today--that's what Lucy says.
I don't have to pretend for anybody today. I can feel what I want.
Life isn't all that great.
I can't make birthday wishes on cakes. I'm pretty sure I said this last year. I only have one wish and it's impossible.
I guess I could wish the world would end tomorrow. Keith, Lucy, Mikey and I could still be together, but we could be with Ian too.
That would be a good day.
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