Happy Birthday, Buddy! Wish you all the best and that one, beautiful, comfy suit... 30s
Hollywood style, right?
Y'know, you are now in your own 30s, or as an evil but poetic condiment called it once, the
winter of your youth. Well, when Chekhov saw the long winter, he saw a winter bleak and
dark and bereft of hope. Yet, we know that winter is just another step in the cycle of life.
So, posting here, among the people of neo-geo.com and basking in the warmth of their
dumpster hearths and hearts... I couldn't imagine a better fate, than a long and lustrous
winter for you, Sage. Enjoy it!
Your pal, Ollie
[SUB]Cologne, October 2020, well past midnight,
listening to K&D's Boogie Woogie while
putting these campy lines together.[/SUB]