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44

adapted for/featured in book #34

I'll never forget my father, 44, who was born today. He had a Body by Jake© and vintage Bob Dylan eyelids. His eyes were his own, but we never saw them; would you open yours if you had vintage Bob Dylan eyelids? 44 was a bird. He flew too close to the sun just to scoff at and belittle the local Icaruses (Icarusi?). His father's father, 675, was a king cobra. They died in a grandfathering accident off the shores of Lake Michigan, seventeen years ago. Everyone dies on their birthday. "One birth every day keeps the deaths away" is a popular saying among my people.

I can't compete with that. I can't compete with 44. Not today. Not ever.