And truer words our dear H.P. Lovecraft never wrote. I was born in the dark of September 9, and this Saturday I will be 30. I'm going to somebody's wedding that I don't really know, and dear readers, I am going to get drunk.
If you haven't read "The Dunwich Horror," the full text is here.
Art Boy and I are off to Santa Fe for said wedding. Talk to you kids on the other side of 30.