It starts in the Middle of August with the anniversary of the death of my Uncle then comes in September with my own anniversary. ABout 11 years ago I was stricken very ill and almost died. I was in intensive care for 7 days and in the hospital for another 4 days. I woke up with a colostomy... Nice thing to wake up to when your 25. I had a girl friend at that time that "could not take it " so she just left me. And some when in that mess I had my birthday. It took almost the better part of a year before I was physicly normal. I still have the scars and see them every day. SO in my mind my birthday is usually never a fun thing .. I always just feel like Death is around the corner in the month of September. Like some how I cheeted him. Its a depression that I'm used to I always snap out of it after a night of binge drinking. I'm bigger than life and twice as ugly...... You can't get rid of me that easily.
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