Better than Jesus

I turned 34 yesterday. Birthdays have never really been my thing, my source of joy or meaning. I’m even funny about getting presents. But, in an off-hand moment, I said something that appeals to me, that makes the day and the progression worth it. I beat Jesus. He only made it to 33. The puss.

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