Twenty-six years ago tonight, it was unbearably hot. My grandfather was sitting on one of my new dining room chairs drinking orange juice. He and the rest of my family knew that my mom was just waiting around trying to keep herself busy before going to the hospital. They were real sticklers about it….if they said five minutes and she was six minutes when they got there, they would have sent her home.
Twenty-six, man. I still don’t feel twenty-five…..but, yeah.
In about seventeen hours, I’ll be twenty-six.