It was my Birthday, yesterday -- not that you noticed. No cards, no letters, nobody even hit up my secret facebook page! I don't have a single comment on my wall! What the fuck, people?
Maybe you should think sometimes, okay? I'm fifty two years old. I don't need a lot for my birthday. I'm not asking for aything fancy (though I've been looking through the Rolex catalogue lately... pretty nice), frankly, I'm at that age where I don't really know what I'd ask you for anyway. All I want for my birthday is a little acknowledgement.
"Hey Osama! Happy 52!" Would that have been so hard? "And you smell like one too! Just kidding, man! Happy B-Day!!" That would have done the job. But nothing. Nothing.