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Each year, I try to do a birthday article.  And, while there’s much to consider this year, I find myself somewhat uninspired in the “state of the Nacho” department.

Of course, these days, I should be looking forward instead of reviewing the past.  That’s one of those wonderful things about a springtime birthday.  You can entertain the illusion of renewal and rebirth.

But it just seems so dull looking down the barrel of my late 30’s.  I’ll devolve into tangents about the stock market and buying property.  You don’t want to hear about that.  And reviewing my frame of mind? You’ve heard too much of that!  No, it’s been a quiet year. I’ve landed a hot girlfriend, I got back to long-form writing, and decided that I should turn drinking into a hobby.  I pissed off slow-witted yuppies in my home town and I’ve moved into a place where kids don’t spend 14 hours in the parking lot trying to smash in a TV set with a tree branch. The world is… Well, pretty good.  I think.  Maybe.  Oh god…

So, let’s see. How boring.  Instead of talking more about infused vodka and quiet Saturday nights in suburbia, let’s go ahead and do the article archives thing and review all the past birthday posts.

Here’s where I was last year.  Which is actually about the same as what I’m writing right now.

I was obviously a little drunk two years ago.

Three years ago, I spent my birthday loaded on Oxy and immobilized in a lounge chair.  That was the year of the brain surgery.

A year before that, I was getting ready to head over to the UK where I would experience a massive pain episode that would result in almost a year’s worth of operations and missed work.

When I turned 31, I was in Decatur, GA, covered in gin, and being very out of place in a rough and rowdy lesbian bar.

GS has been around since April of 2001 (it was “Dirty Freaks” in that first year), but I’m afraid I’ve lost all the birthday articles from the previous incarnation, so I decided to dig through my harddrive and see what I could find.  Here’s 2003.

And here’s 2002. I just skimmed through that one.  I don’t know what the fuck was wrong with me.

For my birthday in 2001, this site was only a month old.  We didn’t really have our sea legs yet, so the first month was mainly a weird collection of crazy emails and hopeless ranting.  For my birthday, I decided to go to Spain.  With a home-made CMS that didn’t much take to pre-programming, I didn’t think to put together a birthday article.  But, when I returned on May 23rd, here’s what I posted.