Age Is The Issue

I went to Tucson this afternoon to eat pizza in celebration of my cousin Zachary’s birthday. I remember the time when he was just born and Zack’s mom, my aunty Dee was undecided about a name. He was just baby boy, I was ten probably at the time. I suggested the name Zack think I always thought that was a cool names to have, my aunty Dee liked it too. Then there was Zachary. 

He was turning twenty, my mom had suggested we have his party next year at the casino. My uncles response was why not a strip club, they have food there too, food so good that you don’t even notice half naked ladies dancing because the food is so damn good. 

There are these limitations to a person, and age somehow gets you closer to certain things. Good or bad.

It’s like when someone says act your age, I’m like when we’re we given a policy booklet on age behavior, how do you know if saying ‘act your age’ is something appropriate to be saying for your age. How old are you?

I ate so much pizza and hot wings, it could have been my birthday.

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