Santa and my dog… and oh, it’s My Birthday 20 December, 2006

As I am writing this, it is 12:20 a.m. on 12/20 - and I am now twenty-two years old, something I am only currently aware of because my Shedaun called just after the clock struck away my first year of legal drinking under US law. “Happy mother-f*cking birthdaaaayyyyy!” was the first thing heard upon answering the phone.

The following is a photograph from this evening. Myself, my family, and our dog, Winchester, were (pausing to consider whether to actually share this information)… photographed with Santa… at the mall: