Back at the party with that flaming “30” headed right toward me. No escaping it now. I take a deep breath, glance around the party, think about how lucky I am, and I blow the candles out.
A grainy image of myself. Sitting in my dorm room. Looking at something above the camera. Laughing about it with friends. My face is thinner and my hair is fuller. I look happy.
What happened to that T-shirt? A soft dark blue with the MGM lion mid-roar.
That was a great T-shirt.