When I turned 40 everything changed.
I’d had these weird birthdays all my life – stuck between Xmas and New Year – the high hat and the low brow.
I don’t actually remember most of them – even my 21st went by in a bell-shaped flower blur.
In Australia on my 19th I nearly drowned trying to rescue Mac between mushrooms and reason and a severed hand.
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