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31 Gone Fallin'
Aug. 24th, 2007 04:34 pmI have not only arrived in London, but in the transition, I also had a birthday.
Being in London is interesting. It's old, to the point that the bones reek and the carcass leaks poison into the streets around it. At the same time, it has the newness of a fifteen year old meth addict who's just discovered oral sex for the first time and is convinced that he's invented it; false, mad and utterly human.
I have turned 31. To celebrate, I had a pint of bitter in a pub that has been functioning for close to three hundred years. That means the next time someone asks me if I feel old at 31, I'm going to think of that pint in a place that has been a pub for nine times longer than I've been alive.
And then I'm going to glass the fucker in the thinkmeat.
Being in London is interesting. It's old, to the point that the bones reek and the carcass leaks poison into the streets around it. At the same time, it has the newness of a fifteen year old meth addict who's just discovered oral sex for the first time and is convinced that he's invented it; false, mad and utterly human.
I have turned 31. To celebrate, I had a pint of bitter in a pub that has been functioning for close to three hundred years. That means the next time someone asks me if I feel old at 31, I'm going to think of that pint in a place that has been a pub for nine times longer than I've been alive.
And then I'm going to glass the fucker in the thinkmeat.
