Just like Jesus, I have a day that’s all mine, and it’s my birthday. Which is today! Not Christmas. No. Sigg3mas. And the crowd goes Horay!
I will have to cut it short, however, ’cause I’m writing from the dark side of a karaokebar in downtown Bergen and my very own special day is soon over.
Sigg3 is 25 Years Old!
25 years old. That’s almost like, half a century. Or the half of that. Like my mother said to me: "You’ve most likely lived more than a quarter of your life. And you’re not that good at maths anylonger."
That’s some depressing shit. Like the karaokebar we’re at. But that’s life, right? At least, or at best, I get to spend my day with people I care about and that’s about as much you can ask, I guess. And another round of beer.
Nah, that’s just the alcohol talking. Have a great friggin’ Easter and I’ll talk to you on the better side of Jesus dyin’. That is, before the weekend. In the meanwhile, piss away some cash on a round of beer with my name on it. You know you wanna! See ya!