My brother is coming to Denver to celebrate his 40th birthday this weekend. He’s bringing along his love and his best friend of decades (who also happens to be my Cali tattoo artist).
Little bro is 40. He’s not the youngest, but he’s 40. 40!
That’s a milestone, especially considering how many times we could have – should have – died out there in the big, wide world. As adults, we marvel at how far we’ve come every time we see each other, which is at least once a year. However, he hasn’t been to visit me where I live since 1995, when we made trouble for ourselves at a local bar …
I really should ask him if I can share that story before I continue. *ahem*
So look out, Denver – here we come!
You only turn 40 once.