My mold

This was the year Everlong came out, but the video for that tune is just ridiculous. So I'm going with the ol' Bittersweet Symphony.



This was also the year I turned 30, which is the first real decade milestone to my mind, twenty being too close to twenty-one, eighteen and sixteen. My friends who I shared a house with in Pittsburgh took me out to dinner on my birthday and we had a good time. Later at night I woke up to loud noises out on our front porch and peaked out the window to see two people having sex on our lounge chair. We chased them off; I recognized the female as being a local crack whore. It goes to show that anything can happen, and that's what I remember about my 30th birthday.

The next day we tossed the chair. I was sort of miffed; it had been my Grandfather's.

Bittersweet symphony, man.