Happy birthday to me

I’m thirty-three years old today. The double digits and time passing make me think of a song by Morphine:

On 06/06/66 I was little I didn’t know shit
About 07/07/77 eleven years later still don’t know any better
By 08/08/88 it’s way to late for me to change and
By 09/09/99 I hope I’m sitting on the back porch drinking red wine singing
Oh french fries with pepper

My wife and I had the great fortune to see Morphine perform in Boston a number of times before Mark Sandman’s passing in July, 1999.
I think tonight I’ll raise a glass of red wine to Mark, God bless him.

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