Gene Autry and Me

Last year at around this time, I was on the cusp of turning twenty-five years old, and I got really depressed over it. For me, it was one of those landmark days where I'd lived a quarter of a century and I looked back on all that I'd accomplished, or not accomplished. More the latter, really. I went out on my birthday and drank, but that was really all I did to mark the occasion. In retrospect, I'm not sure why I let it get to me so much. As Aaliyah sang years before her fiery death, "Age ain't nothing but a number." Anyhow, I turn twenty-six on Monday, and to be perfectly honest, all I want to do is drink with my friends. So, let's make that happen, huh?