So. 21st over this weekend (the celebrations were spread across time but culminated with my aunt, mother and I drinking soft alcoholic beverages in a bar called "Grumpy's") and hooboy are my wings not my steel sheilds. Mom and Cheryl got me some gifts in a bag with the star of david on it and packaged them with star of david tissue paper. They have accepted that part of my life with much good cheer, but that is easy considering it is not real.

I have new best friends who also double as drug dealers! Good thing no one takes this blog seriously, or else boy would I be fucked. I love you, new drug-dealing friends.