From a journal entry- Sept. 26, 1993-
It is my fancy, having been born on the twelfth day of September, that I was conceived on a liquor laden New Year’s Eve. My life, you might say, beginning as a “fucking celebration” later riding the rails of sober regret.
My father married my mother thirty-five days before my honorable birth. My mother never forgave me for her sin.
On the bright side, I wasn’t the bastard my mother always said I was.