Too old to be a wunderkind

thank god

For the past few years, I have had the same birthday party. My apartment has a strange little side-yard that is only accessible by walking through the parking lot, but in which there are a couple of grills and a picnic table and a whole herd of mosquitos that I try to fight with citronella candles. I invite all my friends over and Trey makes hamburgers …

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