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$30 worth of hotdogs ….

$30 worth of sodas ….

My 23rd Birthday at the park, good friend and an even better weekend.

Priceless.

I can’t believe it’s already over, but I do suppose every good thing must come to an end. Today was my first day at being 23 years old, and it felt like it. I feel like an old timer, and for old timers sake I’m sleeping on the couch tonight, I suppose while I toss and turn I’ll sit and wonder what the next year of life will hold for me.

Good Night all.

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Tags: endof my birthday, soccer game, dinner, good times, feeling like an old man