I mean. He always said it wasn't FOR me. We didn't really celebrate - you don't get days off in a restaurant, birthdays are just another work day. But each year it'd be the dessert special and there would just HAPPEN to be an entire cake leftover after we closed and the other shitty cooks wouldn't touch it till I'd had my share and. Er. Fuck. I told you it was dumb.
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I don't miss the old crap-geezer or anything.