I knew this would happen, I knew if I had a good time on my birthday I’d crash sooner or later. I was actually worried that about everything going right just as much as everything going wrong, just in case I hit a peak I could never best, my own little “I could die right now, Clem” moment, and I think I did. Why can I never have a good thing without a crashing wave of bad afterward and why does it never work the other way around? Silly brain.










