Day Of Defeat

The day of defeat has come, it was unavoidable, but I did my best to prolong my youth -all 365 days! It's hard to believe, but that's the honest truth.

All questions raised today had a thin red line through out: how does it feel getting on step closer to the final frontier? Will this dawg ever be able to learn new tricks, or is it too late for me...Well, honestly I have no clue what so ever. Now, turning 24 years is not very special, not like turning 18 -allowing you to drink, buy smokes - or turning 20 - allowing you to buy alcoholic beverages. No, turning 24 is everything but special -I'll get in to clubs where the age limit is 24 perhaps, but that's all folks....and maybe that's good, no new rules of life -my lifestyle can stay the same. I've had myself a few more tallboys since last year and I'm still beard-less. I've had my fair share of girls the past year, but like post-its with bad adhesive - they fall off fast. And still going strong with no drivers license. What the 24^th year of my life will unravel is an exiting thought; will I evolve to an alpha male finally?

Reminiscing, listening to Cake and smoking Lucky Strikes last night brings back "the good old days" just in time for this post. Hanging out at Ariman, lazy days in the skate park or grilling in St.Lars, high school where I was “Mest närvarande på frånvarolistan” (roughly translated to more present on the absent list –doesn’t sound as good in English as in Swedish). And of course the undying memories of celebrating my birthday with you guys years ago -hammered on whiskey and marängsviss (meringue feat. whipped cream feat. chocolate sauce feat. ice cream), both which still are hard to devour. Even though life was good before and I perhaps will pay dearly "for youthful magic moments", life still is enjoyable -I'll "rock on completely with some brand new components" for another year at least. (Cake - rock n roll lifestyle btw) I didn’t know what I wanted to become then or what would happen in the near future, and it’s still the same. Some things never change, while other things do.

The offering of grateful homage in words, pictures, food and company have touched me deeply in places not suitable to be mentioned, if I still were a minor you'd get imprisoned.

So, thank you all for your acts of worship!

Bombtruck rules!