I turn 29 in 22 minutes. As i'm reflecting on my life, as i frequently do when my birthday rolls around, I am thinking about all the times my dad had to yell at me when i was younger. There were a lot. I  gave them a run for their money, but not in a super rebellious way.

After he'd yell, lecture or give me my punishment, he'd look at me with real stern Joe Case eyes, which are real hazel but they get real green when he's pissed, he'd say " Homie Don't Play"

and then leave the room.

and then i would weep.

Today, though, i giggle. I missin' those crazy parents of mine.

So here's to being 29, in my 30th year and letting it be what it is for better or worse....