Thirty Years

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ninety-nine dead baboons, sitting in my living
December 1995

In my new house, with Moo the cat looking on, and beautiful blue cycling gloves from the wife. Turning 30 wasn't as bad as dreading it. My father was dying and in depression and it was time to be my own man. I had been for 11 years but now, I had no choice.